his face is all bubukles , and whelks , and knobs

go leap her, and engender young devilings

Oh, Jeff Wain! returned the countryman slightingly; yas, I knows 'im, an' don' know no good of 'im. One er dese yer biggity, braggin' niggers—talks lack he own de whole county.

I felt no conviction of a burning sincerity, of that fire in the belly which made some of the wilder nonconformist parsons of my youth appear almost incandescent.