"But He will have to shut it in my case," replied Peppers; "you"re a little too light for the job."
The cider was reaching pretty well into the Reverend Peppers. This Marks saw, and he was too shrewd to risk a quarrel. He burst into a laugh.
Peppers began to hammer the table with his stone pitcher and call for Roy.
The tavern-keeper came in a moment, a short little man with a weary smile. Peppers tossed him the pitcher. "Fill her up," he roared, "I follow the patriarch Noah. He was the only one of the whole shootin"
match who stood in with the Lord, an" he got as drunk as a b"iled owl."
Then he turned to us. "Will you have a swig, boys?"
We declined, and he struck the table with his fist. "Ho! ho," he roared; "is every shingle on the meetin"-house dry?" Then he marked the hunchback sitting by the wall, and pointed his finger at him. "Come, there, you camel, wet your hump."
That a fight was on, I had not the slightest doubt in the world. I caught my breath in a gasp. I saw Jud loosen his arm in his coat-sleeve.
Ump was as sensitive as any cripple, and he was afraid of no man. To my astonishment he smiled and waved his hand. "I"m cheek to your jowl, Parson," he said; "set out the O-be-joyful."
"Hey, Roy!" called Peppers, "bring another pitcher for Humpty Dumpty."
Then he kicked the table with his great cowhide boots and began to bellow:
"Zaccheus he clum a tree His Lord an" Master for to see; The limb did break an" he did fall, An" he didn"t git to see his Lord at all."
Ump and I were seated by the wall, tilted back in the tavern-keeper"s split-bottom chairs, while Jud leaned against the door.
The rhyme set the Parson"s head to humming, and he began to pat his leg.
Then he spied Jud. "Hey, there! Beelzebub," he roared, "can you dust the puncheons?"
"When the devil"s a-fiddlin"," said Jud.
"Ho, the devil," hummed the Parson.
"As I set fiddlin" on a tree The devil shot his gun at me.
He missed my soul an" hit a limb, An" I don"t give a d.a.m.n for him."
He slapped his leg to emphasise the "d.a.m.n." At this moment Roy came in with the two stone pitchers, handed one to Ump and put the other down by the boisterous Parson.
Peppers turned to him. "Got a fiddle?" he asked.
"I think there"s an old stager about," said Roy.
"Bring her in," said Peppers. Then he seized the pitcher by its stone handle and raised it in the air. "Wine"s a mocker," he began, "an"
strong drink is ragin", but old Saint Paul said, "A little for your stomach"s sake." Here"s lookin" at you, Humpty Dumpty. May you grow until your ears drag the ground."
The hunchback lifted his pitcher. "Same to you, Parson," he said, "an"
all your family." Then they thrust their noses into the stone pitchers.
Peppers gulped a swallow, then he lowered his pitcher and looked at Ump.
"Humpty Dumpty," he said, speaking slowly and turning down his thumb as he spoke, "when you git your fall, it"ll be another job for them king"s horses."
"Parson," said Ump, "I know how to light."
"How?" said Peppers.
"Easy," said Ump.
Peppers roared. "You ain"t learned it any too quick," he said. "What goes up, has got to come down, an" you"re goin" up end over appet.i.te."
"When do I hit the ground, Parson?" asked Ump, with his nose in the pitcher.
Peppers spread out two of his broad fingers. "To-day is to-day," he said, "an" to-morrow is to-morrow. Then--" But the cunning Marks was on his feet before the sentence was finished.
"Peppers," he snapped, "you clatter like a feed-cutter. What are you tryin" to say? Out with it. Let"s hear it."
It was a bold effort to throw us off the scent. Peppers saw the lead, and for a moment he was sober.
"I was a-warnin" the lost sinner," he said, "like Jonah warned the sinners in Nineveh. I"m exhortin" him about the fall. Adam fell in the Garden of Eden." Then the leer came back into his face. "Ever hear of the Garden of Eden, Lemuel?"
"Yes," said Marks, glad to divert the dangerous drunkard.
"You ought," said Peppers. "Your grandpap was there, eatin" dirt an"
crawlin" on his belly."
We roared, and while the tavern was still shaking with it, Roy came in carrying an old and badly battered fiddle under his arm. "Boys," he said timidly, "furse all you want to, but don"t start nothin"." Then he gave the fiddle to Peppers, and came over to where we were seated. "Quiller,"
he said, "I reckon you all want a bite o" dinner."
I answered that we did. "Well," he apologised, "we didn"t have your name in the pot, but we"ll dish you up something, an" you can give it a lick an" a promise." Then he gathered up some empty dishes from a table and went out.
Peppers was thumping the fiddle strings with his thumb, and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up the keys. His sense of melody was in a mood to overlook many a defect, and he presently thrust the fiddle under his chin and began to saw it.
Then he led off with a bellow,
"Come all ye merry maidens an" listen unto me."
But the old fiddle was unaccustomed to so vigorous a virtuoso, and its bridge fell with a bang. The Parson blurted an expletive, inflected like the profane. Then he straightened the bridge, gave the fiddle a tremendous saw, and resumed his bellow. But with the accident, his first tune had gone glimmering, and he dropped to another with the agility of an acrobat.
"In eighteen hundred an" sixty-five I thought I was quite lucky to find myself alive.
I saddled up old Bald Face my business to pursue, An" I went to drivin" steers as I used for to do."
The fiddle was wofully out of tune, and it rasped and screeched and limped like a spavined colt, but the voice of Peppers went ahead with the bellow.
"But the stillhouse bein" close an" the licker bein" free I took to the licker, an" the licker took to me.
I took to the licker, till I reeled an" I fell, An" the whole cussed drove went a-trailin" off to h.e.l.l."
Ump arose and waved his pitcher. "Hold up, Parson," he said. "Here"s to them merry maids that got lost in the shuffle. "Tain"t like you to lose "em."
The suggestion was timely. The song ran to fifty-nine verses, and no others printable.
Peppers dropped the fiddle and seized the pitcher. "Correct," he roared.
"Here"s to "em. May the Lord bless "em, an" bind "em, an" tie their hands behind "em, an" put "em in a place where the devil can"t find "em."
"Nor you," mumbled Ump in the echo.
They drank, and the hunchback eyed his man over the rim of the pitcher.