by anonymous

“ One of the worthy farmers residing there, it appears, was especially worried to death by boreders [sic] . — They found fault with his table — this thing was bad and wasn't fit to eat — and at last the old fellow got so tired of trying to please them, that he undertook as the last resource to reason the matter with them.
"Darn it," said old Isaac, one day, "what a fuss you're making; I can eat anything." "Can you eat crow?" ”