Pax,
I have no factual knowledge that it was one of my forebearers, but my friends from meeting have all decided that he *must* have been related
I have always heard it thusly:
Friend, I would not hurt thee for the world, but thee is standing where my shotgun is pointed.
more quaker humor:
A Quaker was hauling a load of hay down the road to the barn. He had settled his hay wagon into a good set of ruts that would serve quitewell until he got to his barnyard gate.
The road ran between his property and the next farm, and as bad luck would have it when he rounded the bend, he saw that his Presbyterian neighbor was also driving a loaded hay wagon toward him, settled into the exact same set of convenient ruts.
Both men halted their horses, and sat under the hot July sun considering what to do. Someone was going to have to get down and help the horses pull a wagon of the ruts and go around the other.
Finally the Quaker stood up on the box and waved his hat and shouted,
"If thee chooses not to pull out, I will do for thee what I did for the other fellow back there..."
The Presbyterian considered. "I never heard a Quaker talk like that before," he mused. "Maybe I had better pull out."
So the man got down and with much sweating and swearing he helped his horses haul his wagon out of the ruts.
As he was pulling even with the Quaker, his curiosity overcame him.
"I've got to know," he said, "what was it you did to the other fellow?"
The Quaker looked puzzled and said, "Oh, of course, I pulled out for him!"