XIV.

Fur He knows He made Him in that thar way, Somewhars tew fit In His own great plan, An' He ain't the Bein' tew pour His wrath On the head of thet slimpsy an' slippery man, An' He says tew the feller, "Look here, my son, You're the worst hard case that ever I see, But be thet it takes ye a million y'ars, Ye never can stop till ye git tew ME!"