There were able barristers on both sides. A collection of old magazines or ancient almanacs represented the Bible, upon which the oath of truthfulness was made, or an edition of Blackstone for court reference. The pseudo law books were opened at random during the trial, and interpreted by “his honor”, the judge. Contempt of court meant a fine of several pounds of tobacco, or in a grave offence, a pair of mitts from the commissary. Thus, each night brought its own amusements, thereby helping to make the long winter seem shorter and more pleasant, in spite of the isolation. (In those days, it was impossible to get WIBC, or hear the “Plantation Warblers, broadcasting from WLM.) The writer was a “big toad in the puddle.” Would that he could put into print the laughable pranks that were played, but he is avoiding the subject of his own past as far as possible. That subject would scarcely make a topic for pleasant discussion! At a Vienna Tea Party, men had their vantage time, and the writer has had his. Our dear mother, God bless her, used to say, “There are many mansions in my Father’s house.” As the saying goes, I have a “canthook hold” on this old saying of hers. For my part, I will be
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