effeks on my hed. It kleered de kobwebs away in a few minits an’ I felt
as spry asever. But fergot to ask de man wot de stuff was.

Anoder day we went inter de Turkish Quarter ter see de sites. Bill
an’ me had ter larf at de Turks. Dere de lasiest cusses yew ever see, an’
dere cheef bizness is smokin an’ makin’ salams, wich is wot dey call
makin’ a kertsey to: der grownd wid dere long arms.
Awl de wimin has dare faces kuvver’d awl over,exsept
de ise, jest like hosses wot shies to wun side. Sum sez
it is dun to prevent frekkles, an’ sum sez its dun to
prevent dudes mashin’ ‘’em—de wimin, not de frekkles.
De averige Turkeyman is jenerally verry much marrid.
At enny rate he has enuf ov wives tew sho fer it. Dey
call thare rume de ‘‘harem,’’ an’ de wimin we saw
lukt a harum-skarum lot. If awl his wives are al-
owed tew chatter at wunse, I gess de poor Turk
offen nedes sum ov dat hed-ake stuff. Too aver-
ige wimin kan tork a man intew a nerly grave, so

de Lord noze wot ten or a duzzen kin dew wid a Sate
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feller. Stil,sum ov de Turkey wimin was so shape- —g
ly, an’ thare ise shined so britely threw thare “y,
blinkers, dat Bill an’ me we kinder envid dem-“==
Turkeymen.