He was tired out with expandin', an' anxiety f'r fear me frind Alger 'd raysign; an' says Hanna, he says, 'Come down, he says, 'with me, he says, 'to Shekel Island, he says. ''Tis th' home iv rayfinemint an' riches, he says, 'where us millyionaires rest fr'm takin' care iv th' counthry, he says.
Me photographs are on sale at all first-class newsdealers. Yet there is no ca'm f'r me. Onthinkin' wans insult me. They tell me a sojer can't ate gin'ral ordhers. They want me to raysign an' go back to me humble home in Mitchigan. Disgustin' men that've done nawthin' but get thimsilves shot, ask f'r milk an' quinine.