Religious 

 refrains 



Beaufort 



The Days of a Man 



'Tis the old-time religion, 

 And it's good enough fo' me, 

 It was good fo' Paul an' Silas, 

 And it's good enough fo' me. 

 It was good fo' Stiles and Kendall, 

 And it's good enough fo' me. 



I tell ye' what I love the best, 



It am the shouting Methodest; 



I'se Methodest bred an' Methodest bo'n, 



And when I die they's a Methodest gone! 



Some say that John the Baptist 

 Was nothin' but a Jew, 

 But the Holy Bible tells us 

 He was a preachah, too. 

 I'se listenin' all the night long, 

 I'se listenin' all the day, 

 I'se listenin' all the night long, 

 To hea' some sinnah pray. 



At Toccoa City the others left us, while Gilbert, 

 Brayton, the Evermanns, and Miss Clapp went on 

 with me to Beaufort, North Carolina, where we spent 

 a month or so in the study of fishes. Beaufort is a 

 picturesque watering place close to the open ocean, 

 but protected like Venice by a long sand spit. 

 During our stay we lived in the Atlantic Hotel, a 

 mildly fashionable summer resort. Among the 

 boarders was a stylish young woman (not so young, 

 however, on closer inspection), who confided to us 

 that she was given free entertainment on condition 

 of making herself attractive to the guests. By 

 Dr. Brayton she was christened " Spurius purpu- 

 reus" for reasons easily discerned at short range. 



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