I callate they's nigh onter seven hundred cases tew try."
"The devil! Has there been a riot or a rebellion in the county? What
have they all done?"
"Oh they hain't done nothin," replied the landlord, "they ain't nothin
but debtors. Dern debtors, I don' like to hev the jailin of em. They
hain't got no blood intew em like Sabbath-breakers, an blasphemers, an
rapers has. They're weakly, pulin kinder chaps, what thar ain't no
satisfaction a lockin up an a knockin roun'. They're dreffle
deskerridgin kind o' fellers tew. Ye see we never git rid on em. They
never gits let aout like other fellers as is in jail. They hez tew
stay till they pays up, an naterally they can't pay up's long ez they
stays. Genally they goes aout feet foremost, when they goes aout at
all, an they ain't long lived."
"Why don't they pay up before they get in?" queried Perez.
"Whar be ye from?" asked the landlord, staring at him.
"I'm from New York, last."
"I thort ye could't be from roun' here, nowheres, to as' sech a
queschin. Why don' they pay their debts? Did ye hear that Zeke? Why,
jess caze they ain' no money in the kentry tew pay em with. It don'
make a mite o' odds haow much propty a feller's got.
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