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Before they'd gone a half mile, them wards of the gov'ment, as I once hears a big chief from Washin'ton call 'em, takes the nephy from this yere fallacious agent an' by fourth drink time that mornin', or when it's been sun- up three hours, that nephy is nothin' but a mem'ry. "How do they kill him? In a fashion which, from the coigne your Apache views things, does 'em proud.
"Where are you going?" asked the leading man, a minor officer. "To Washin'ton," replied the boy in the uncouth language that he thought fitted his role. "And what are you going to Washington for?" "To sell this hoss," replied Harry, on the impulse of the moment. "I raised him myself, but he's too fine fur me to ride, specially when hosses are bringin' sech good prices."
You're always talkin' about mummies. A mummy is a a kind of an image, ain't it? I've seen pictures of 'em in them printed report things you get from that Washin'ton place. An image with funny scrabblin' and pictures, kind of, all over it. That's a mummy, ain't it, Mr. Bangs?" "Why, not exactly, Primmie. A mummy is " He proceeded to tell her much concerning mummies.
"My old man started off this mornin' befo' day, an' soon ez he got out o' sight down the Simpkinsville road, I struck out for Washin'ton, an' here I am. He thinks I'm home seedin' raisins. He was out by starlight this mornin' with the big wagon, an', of co'se, I know what that means.
These here ructions have been a-goin' on too long with the Basin post-office. I'm a-goin' to fill out a blank an' send it to Washin'ton!" Snipe howled. Lively apprehension, none the less poignant for being vague, sat on every pale brow.
"You see a feller went through our town I've laid off a town you know called it Charlton, arter her you know they wuz a feller come along yisterday as said as he'd come on from Washin'ton City weth Preacher Lurton, and he'd heern him tell as how as Ole Buck the President I mean had ordered you let out. An' I'm that glad! Howdy!
An' wen Salters went to Washin'ton to git his pension, who should he see dere wid dem big men but our Ben, lookin' jist as big as any ob dem." "An' it did my ole eyes good jist ter see it," broke in Salters; "if I couldn't go dere myself, I war mighty glad to see some one ob my people dat could.
"George Washin'ton, I aimed to say," triumphantly screamed the little boy, who had received his cue. "Come on over," invited Jimmy. "All right; I believe I will," responded Billy, running to the fence. His aunt's peremptory voice arrested his footsteps. "William, come here!" she called from the porch. He reluctantly retraced his steps.
An' these poor fellows in Washin'ton with their r-red eyes an' their tired backs will be an example to future ginerations, as Hogan says, iv how an American sojer can face his jooty whin he has to, an' how he can't whin he hasn't to." "Dewey ain't a sthrateejan?" inquired Mr. Hennessy. "No," said Mr. Dooley.
Th' people jammed Finucane's Hall, an' he tol' thim th' time had come f'r th' masses to r-rise. 'Raymimber, says he, 'th' idees iv Novimb'r, he says. 'Raymimber Demosthens an' Cicero an' Oak Park, he says. 'Raymimber th' thraditions iv ye'er fathers, iv Washin'ton an' Jefferson an' Andhrew Jackson an' John L. Sullivan, he says.
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