ase in
other towns by the thunder of his voice and the force of his action
while on the floor. He could always read an abundance of law to
sustain any point he argued, although the law quoted might not be found
written in the book. He was a capital shot, and kept a pair of the
fleetest hounds, and often hauled in his shingle and hunted week in and
week out, leaving business to follow suit. He made light of religious
and sacred things; he could curse the sky when it thundered, and swear
the lights blue with the boldest voluble tongue; and yet he would
appeal to God to judge him in a plea, and silence, and exclude a
witness for any unpopular religious belief. He rose to an extensive
business in the towns about, at last; and is quoted at this day, for
some wild gale of a speech, or some saucy joke, or strange adventure.

Lawyer Faddle was equally original. He was as tall as Bray, whenever
he straightened up in an animated speech; but his long form commonly
bent over, and described a segment of a rainbow. His head was small,
and his hair long and thin, and light and shiny as flax; his eyes were
almost white, and were set obliquely; his nose was long, aquiline, and
pinched together in the nostrils; his teeth were long and broad, and
those above shut over upon his lower lip and kept it in a constant
chafe. His voice was clear enough, and it never failed in a speech;
but it seemed to reside in his little thirsty throat, and it piped like
a killdeer's in its proudest swell.

Lawyer Faddle excited some mirth for his originalities, and more
contempt for his vices among the farmers of Summerfield. The opinion
of the town at that time may be given in the language of Uncle Walter,
who declared he was "hollow and foul as a sooty stove-pipe."

Lawyer Faddle however succeeded in creating an extensive business in
time, though most of his cases an honorable lawyer would have scorned;
and he reared a large family, and wanted to figure in later times as
one of the aristocracy of Summerfield.

Cicero Bray opened the case by a lengthened speech of very ambitious
eloquence, paying several unfelt compliments to the 'justice' and
'wisdom' of the 'worthy magistrate;' while he glanced through the
course of the trial, with an air and tone of triumph, stating in
thunder what he should undertake to sustain in evidence; and after a
most exhausting peroration, he hauled in his ragged voice, and arrested
its rumbling echoes, and gave way fo