But, ef you know'd Bunce, you'd
know that a fair trial is the very last marcy that he'd aix of
Providence. Don't you think now that he'll git anything worse than his
righteous desarvings. He's a fellow that's got no more of a saving soul
in him than my whip-handle, and ain't half so much to be counted on in a
fight. He's jest now nothing but a cheat and a swindle from head to
foot; hain't got anything but cheat in him--hain't got room for any
principle---not enough either to git drunk with a friend, or have it
out, in a fair fight, with his enemy. I shouldn't myself wish to see the
fellow's throat cut, but I ain't slow to say that I shall go for his
tasting a few hickories, after that a dip in the horsepond, and then a
permit to leave the country by the shortest cut, and without looking
behind him, under penalty of having the saft places on his back covered
with the petticoats of Lot's wife, that we hear of in the Scriptures."
Ralph Colleton was somewhat oppressed with apathy, and he knew how idle
would be any attempt to lessen the hostility of the sturdy woodman, in
respect to the wretched class of traders, such as were described in
Jared Bunce, by whom the simple and dependent borderers in the South and
West, were shockingly imposed upon.
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