Abner Daniel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Abner Daniel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
“I hardly know, brother Dole,” he said. “It's all owin' to what
profanity is an' what it hain't. I don't know that I ever used but one
word out o' the general run, an' that is 'dem.' I don't believe thar's
any more harm in sayin' 'dem' than 'scat,' ur gruntin' when thar's no
absolute call fer it. I don't know as anybody knows what it means.
I don't. I've axed a number o' times, but nobody could tell me, so I
knowed it wasn't patented anyway. Fer a long time I 'lowed nobody used
it but me. I met a feller from up in Yankeedom that said 'darn,' an'
another from out West that said 'dang,' so I reckon they are all three
in a bunch.”
At this juncture some one in the rear of the church laughed out, and the
entire congregation turned its head. It was Pole Baker. He was red in
the face, had his big hand pressed tightly over his mouth, and was bent
over the bench towards the open doorway. Abner's eyes sparkled with
appreciative merriment as he saw him, but he did not permit himself
to smile. Dole could not hide his irritation, for Pole's unalloyed
enjoyment had communicated itself to some of the less rigid members,
and he felt that the reply which was stinging his tongue would fall less
forcefully than if the incident hadn't happened.
He held up his hand to invoke silence and respect. “I believe such a
word, to say the least, is unbecoming in a Christian, and I think the
membership will back me up in it.”
“I don't look at it that away,” argued Abner. “I'd be above takin' the
Lord's name in vain, but a little word that nobody cayn't find no fault
with or tell its origin shorely is different.”
“Well, that 'll be a matter to decide by vote.”
Dole paused a moment and then introduced another topic.
“A report has gone round among the members that you said that red-handed
murderer who killed a man over in Fannin' an' was hung, an' passed
on without a single prayer fer pardon to his Maker--that he'd stand
a chance fer redemption. In all my experience I've never heerd sech a
dangerous doctrin' as that, brother Daniel--never, as I myself hope to
be redeemed.”
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