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— ^in a very sepulchral whisper, suggestive of 

 the most careful propriety — "ye did n't rightly 

 understand." 



Which shows how ignorant one can be of 

 the rural nomenclature of the domestic animals. 



After my companion had recovered from the 

 shock necessarily received from the discovery 

 of such ignorance, she proceeded to sound me 

 on the news topics of the county at large. 



"I hear tell there 's a new religion over to 

 SedaHa?" 



"Ah ! Indeed ? I had n 't heard of it before. 

 What do they call it?" 



" 'The Holy Rollers' is the name I hearn." 



"I have heard of the 'Holy Jumpers' — 

 though not in this county — and I 've even seen 

 people who saw some 'holy jumping,' but 'Roll- 

 ers'—do they roll?" 



"I reckon; 'specially ef ther 's a hill, it 's 

 easier. One o' them 'Rollers' at Sedalia rolled 

 right down the road — it 's on a hill — to the 

 church door. Wisht I could a seen him ! ' ' 



"Perhaps you may if you will go there be- 

 fore it 's time for his rolling and watch for 

 him. ' ' 



"I dunno. They say lots o' folks from the 

 country did drive in a'rly to Sedalia and 

 waited to see him, but he did n't. They ses it's 

 jest aecordin' as the spirit moves him that he 



