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And it's printed ag'in' 'em in the magazines, right along. I read lots of it. But speakin' of eats and thinkin' of eats, did you ever listen to 'Them Saddest Words, er one of me own competitions?" "Not while I was awake. But come on over to 'The Last Chance' and lubricate your works. I don't mind a little po'try on a full stummick." "Well, I'm willin', pardner."
"The non-coms tuk Peg Barney a howlin' handful he was an' in three minuts he was pegged out chin down, tight-dhrawn on his stummick, a tent-peg to each arm an' leg, swearin' fit to turn a naygur white. "I tuk a peg an' jammed ut into his ugly jaw.
I'll be through with this in a minute." He swallowed his last mouthful of coffee, and Susie Sweetapple, the improvised domestic, took away a flat board with which she had made a tray. "Is you real sure you got enough?" she enquired solicitously. "Them porridges doesn't stick long to folks' ribs, but if yer stummick gits ter teasin' yer afore dinner time jist bawl out.
As I recollec' Hi's wrastlin' out some pie-dough right now." "Well, I ain't takin' no chances, Bud." "You tell that to Hi and see what he says." "Nope. 'T ain't necessary. You see when them docs seen, about a week after, that I was comin' strong instead of goin', they says, 'Me man, if you'd 'a' had pie in your stummick when you was shot, you wouldn't be here to-day.
"The non-coms tuk Peg Barney a howlin' handful he was an' in three minut's he was pegged out chin down, tight-dhrawn on his stummick, a tent-peg to each arm an' leg, swearin' fit to turn a naygur white.
"That bump on the head is still affectin' you, I reckon. Four thousand shucks!" He laughed. "Well, I ain't seen it if that's any consolation to you. If you'd had it when you come here I'd sure seen it." "Who brought me here?" "Dale and his first deputy the guy you poked in the stummick, over in the Okar Hotel. They tell me you fi't like hell! What's Dale got ag'in' you?
Ye can impty yer stummick wherever ye loike over the furniture, if ye'll fill this aching void." So went the procession. All walking with hands laid heavily on their paunches, or where they used to be. Lovers had lost the light of interest from their eyes, wedded people the light of retrospection, statesmen the pride of intellect, princes and legates the pride of power.
Y'see, ther's two things, it seems to me, makes a feller act. One's his fool head, an' the other well, I don't rightly know what the other is, 'cep' it's his stummick. Anyways, that's how it is. My head makes me want to go one way, an' my feet gits me goin' another. So it is with this lay-out.
When I went back a while ago a-lookin' for him, would yer believe it, thar he wuz a-layin' in the road, about forty rod this side of Hank Simons' sugar maples, flat onto his stummick an' disgusted an' put out awful. It wuz about all I could do ter git him hum. I knowed the minute I come in fust time an' see he warn't here thet his feelin's wuz hurt 'cause I left him.
I don't set up to be no better than my neighbours, specially with my tail snipped off the way 'tis, but I want you all to know Tedda's quit fightin' in harness or out of it, 'cep' when there's a born fool in the pasture, stuffin' his stummick with board that ain't rightly hisn, 'cause he hain't earned it." "Meanin' me, madam?" said the yellow horse.
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