More over, feller-citizens, never look adversely upon one o' yer sex because he is han'sum. I will, tho' et shall wring tears from this heart o' min as large as watermelons. Ther devil comes inter thet house, in ther figger of a man. In a passion the woman smites her own flesh an' blood to the floor, an flies with ther devil. The child is found by ther fond father, in a dying condishun, an' with her departin' breath, he sw'ars for vengeance.
Years pass, but at last it draweth near.
I'd been thru sech trouble. For lordy's sake man, ef thar's ary show fer a neck-tie party', issue yer invitations to us, ter oncet.