wot it is like. Seem’d ter me’s if I’d been
beeten wid a thik stik, an’ awl I wanted waz
ter laydown an’ dye. Bill he suffered sumthin’
awful. He wud git up inde middle ov de nite
an’ drink awl de water we had ter wash our-
selves wid. Ansichwaterl] Yew had ter klose
yer ise wen yer wanted ter
drink. Yew kin bet thare’s
more in Shikargo water ner
peeplethink. Yes, alot more,
an’ ye don’t like the luks ov
wots init ether. Bill an’ me
f didn’t.

Wel, after Bill an’ me had de big hed fer about 4
daze in konkushun I wos tellin’ a feller wot slept in de
same ranch what an awful bad time we had gettin’ over
de effex ov de nites fun. ‘‘Yurea pare ov fules!”’ sez
he. ‘No nuze in that,’’ sez I, ‘“we wos both borne
so.’’ But yew orter no better,’’ sez he. ‘‘We no that,
sezI, ‘‘but that don’t mend our heds.” ‘‘But wy in
thunder don’t yew take sumthin’ fer it?’’ sez he. ‘‘So
we du,’I anserd, kinderskornful, ‘take awl wekin hold

  

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