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if hadn't better take some gin. |
told him | would. SO | took a purity
good born and left the shop.


"Arter I got out" continued Ethan,
81 felt better for mint or 80, but
hadn't gone fur afore the grlpes tool,
me agan, SO went into another shop
an took some more gin; then ! sot
down on the State House Steps and
there ! cot and sot, but didn't feel
darned a mite better. begun 10 think
J was gon' to kick the bucket, an
then | thought Of father an mother.
an of old Spanker-that's fathers
boss-and when thought that ]
should never see 'em agin. fairly
blebbered. But then J happened to
look up an see dozen boys GRIMM
an latin al me, tell yer what, il riz
my dander,-and that bad got down
below nero-rite up aein. ! sprung
at 'em like a wild cat. hoilerin' out
that Id shake their tarnal gizzards
out. an the way The little devils scam
pered was caution to nobody. But
after the 'citement Of the race was
over, | felt wus agin, and couldn't
help groanin' an scieechin' as went
along.


cat last ] thought Id 80 to the the
atre. but afore | got there the gripcs
got so strong that | had to go behind
a meetin' house and lay down and
holler. Arter a while got Up and
went into shop an eat half a dollars
worth Of billed listers with four picked
cowcumbers, and wound up witt, IA
glass of brandy. Then | went into
the theatre and seed the plays, but ]
felt so tarnal!y that couldn't see any
fun in 'em, for don't think the listers
and cowcumbers dun me any good. -
| sot down, laid down, an stood up.
but still it went on gripe, sripe. ]
groaned all the time, an once in a
while | was oblceged 10 scrcech kim
der easy. Every body stared at me,
an somebody called out-"turn him
OUT" once or twice. But at last. lest
as the Niger Othello was going to put
the pillar on his wife's face TO smolh,
er her, there come such twinge thro'
me, that really thought was bustln'
up, an yelled out-"Oh dear! oh scis.
sors!' so loud that the old theatre rung
again. Such row you never seed:
the niger dropped the piler, Deute.
ronomy-or what you call her there
his wife, jumped off the bed an run,
while every body in the theatre was
all up in muss, some laring, some
swearln'. The upshot of it was, the
perllce carried me out Of the theatre
and told me to make myself scarce.


"Wall, as didn't feel any better |
went into IA shop close by, an called
for two glasses Of brandy; after swal-
lowin' it, went hum to the tavern.
| sot down by the winder an tried to
think felt better, but twas no GO;
that blessed old ingine was wallowin'
away inside; so went back an told
the tavern keeper ! felt kinder sick,
an thought I'd take some Caster lie,
mouthful Of cold meat and a strong
glass of whiskey punch, an then 60 to
bed. He got the fixns, which | took
an went 10 bed.


"But, tell yer what had IA rather
poor night. Sometimes ! was awake
groanin' and hollerin', an when ! was
asleep Id better bin awake, for ! had
sich powerful dreams. Sometimes |
thought | was skinnin' bear, an
then by some hocuspokus 'twould all
change 'tothcr side to, an the larnal
critter would be skinnin' me.


"Then, agin' I'd dream that was
rolln' logs with the boys, an jest AS
I'd be a shoutin' out-s'now then!"-
here she goes!"-every thing would
get reversed agin'-l was a log, an
the boys were pryin' me up with their
handspikes. Then I'd wake up an
screc III and roar-then off to sleep