And once durin’ the last day’s hunt for the murderer, who wuz hidin’ round somewhere—­it wuz spozed in the woods—­I see as I looked out of my kitchen winder, at a party headed for our swamp, one man fur more ferocious actin’ than any I had seen; he wuz a-hollerin’ wilder, and he carried a fur longer rope.

And I asked my companion who that man wuz that acted madder and fur more fiercer than any of the rest and more anxious to git holt of the escapin’ man, so he could be hung up to once to the highest tree that could be found.

I hearn him say that right out of my own kitchen winder—­I hearn him say—­

“We won’t wait for no law; if we only ketch him we will hang him up so high that the buzzards can’t git him.”

And then he yelled out savage and fierce and started off on a run for the swamp, the rest of the men applaudin’ him up high, and follerin’ on after him.

And Josiah told me that wuz the saloon-keeper up to Zoar.

Sez I, “The very man that sold that poor sinner the licker on that night?”

“Yes,” sez Josiah.

“Wall,” sez I, “the rope ort to be used on his own neck.”

And Josiah Allen acted awfully horrified at my idee, and asked me “if I wuz as crazy as a loon?”

And sez he, “He has been one of the fiercest ones to head him off that has been out.”

And I sez dryly—­dry as a chip, “He wuzn’t so fierce to head him off the night he sold him the whiskey and hard cider.”  Sez I, “That headin’ off would have amounted to sunthin’.”

And agin I sez, “The rope ort to be used on his own neck, if it is on anybody’s, his and Uncle Sam’s.”

And agin Josiah Allen asked me, “If I wuz as crazy as a dumb loon and a losin’ my faculties—­what few of ’em you ever had,” sez he.

And I sez, “The two wuz in partnership together, and they got the man to do the murder.”  Sez I, “Most all the murders that are done in this country are done by that firm—­the Goverment and the Saloon-keeper.  And when their poor tools, that they have whetted up for bloodshed, swing out through their open doors and cut and slash and mow down their ghastly furrows of crime and horrer, who is to blame?”

And Josiah turned over the almanac to the yeller cover and perused it, so’s to show his perfect and utter indifference and contempt for my words.

Wall, they ketched the man a day or two after, about sundown.  He had been a little ahead of his pursuers, a-dodgin’ ’em this way and that way, jest like a fox a-dodgin’ a pack of hounds.

His old rubber boots wuz all wore offen him, his clothes hangin’ in rags and tatters where he had rushed through the woods and swamps, his feet and hands all froze.  Half starved, and almost idiotic with fear and remorse and the effects of the poisoned licker and doctored cider he had drinked, he wuz the most pitiful and wretched-lookin’ object I ever see in my hull life.