...to try the fellow again. Why, you're a regular-built Yankee! I exclaimed, and ought to be taken up, and if I had my way, you would be. At this he changed the subject, and we told him the Pulaski county story. He then invited us to his house to get something to eat, to which, of course, we had to consent. While there enjoying our meal, which consisted of cornbread and sour milk, and watching him...