So he laughed again; and so did everybody else, except three or four, or maybe half a dozen. One of these was that doctor; another one was a sharp-looking gentleman, with a carpet-bag of the old-fashioned kind made out of carpet-stuff, that had just come off of the steamboat and was talking to him in a low voice, and glancing towards the king now and then and nodding their heads--it was Levi Bell, the lawyer that was gone up to Louisville; and another one was a big rough husky that come along and listened to all the old gentleman said, and was listening to the king now. And when the king got done this husky up and says:

     "Say, looky here; if you are Harvey Wilks, when'd you come to this town?"

     "The day before the funeral, friend," says the king.

     "But what time o' day?"

     "In the evenin'--'bout an hour er two before sundown."

     "HOW'D you come?"

     "I come down on the Susan Powell from Cincinnati."

     "Well, then, how'd you come to be up at the Pint in the MORNIN'--in a canoe?"

     "I warn't up at the Pint in the mornin'."