likeliest lookin' critter, I couldn't 'a' told for the flunk I was in!
"After the blackness I see her long yellow hair and red cheeks. All the conquerin' of my youth rose up within me, and I up and held her to me for a kiss.
"By the great snake mine, but women don't shave beards off and drink whisky!
"I dropped her like a nettle, but she went forward with the crowd, smilin' an' smirkin' through the cheerin' an' the uproar.
"'To the parson's,' the boys yelled.
"I was forced off my feet, but out came my gun.
"'Halt!' I cried, in a voice that brought 'em all on their haunches and still as colts raised on the spur.
"'I mean to shoot the wig off your head and the paint off your face, Adolphe Lefevre, and leave you for the slimiest viper that crawls without legs.'
"The sight of my gun lay between his eyes an’ the crowd was as still as the barrel.
"Of a sudden came a voice in my ear. To this day God only knows from where.
"'Be like unto the archangels.'
"My arm fell to my side. They lifted me onto their shoulders.
"'The Archangel,' they sent out a-echoin' in the hills.
"And it stuck, sirs, from that day to this, though I've lived alone, sirs, ever since."
