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Wall I understood the last of it and jist took his word fer the rest, so I giv him my clothes and he giv me a little yeller ticket that he painted with a brush what he had, and I'll jist bet a yoke of steers agin the holler in a log, that no livin' mortal man could read that ticket; it looked like a fly had fell into the ink bottle and then crawled over the paper. WELL I UNDERSTOOD THE LAST OF IT AND JEST TOOK HIS WORD FOR THE REST SO I GIVE HIM MY CLOTHES AN HE GIVE ME A LITTLE YELLER TICKET THAT HE PAINTED WITH A BRUSHWOOD HE HAD AN I'LL JUST BET A YOKE O STAIRS AGIN THE HOLLERIN THE LOG THAT NO LIVIN MORTAL MAN COULD READ THAT TICKET IT LOOKED LIKE A FLY HAD FELL INTO THE INK BOTTLE AND THEN CRAWLED OVER THE PAPER
e told me thar wuz a place round the corner whar a feller done all the washin', so I went round, and there was a sine on the winder what sed Hop Quick, or Hop Soon, or jump up and hop, or some other kind of a durned hop; and then thar wuz a lot of figers on the winder that I couldn't make head nor tail on; it jist looked to me like a chicken with mud on its feet had walked over that winder. Wall I went in to see bout gittin' my washin' done, and gosh all spruce gum, thar was one of them pig tailed heathen Chineeze, he jist looked fer all the world like a picter on Aunt Nancy Smith's tea cups. I wuz sort of sot back fer a minnit, coz 'I sed to myself--I don't spose this durned critter can talk English; but seein' as how I'm in here, I might as well find out. So I told him I'd like to git him to do some washin' fer me, and he commenced a talkin' some outlandish lingo, sounded to me like cider runnin' out of a jug, somethin' like--ung tong oowong fang kai moi oo ung we, velly good washee. WAS OBLIGIN SORT OF FELLER AND HE TOLD ME THERE WAS A PLACE ROUND THE CORNER WHERE A FELLER DONE ALL THE WASHIN SO I WENT ROUND AND THERE WAS A SIGN ON THE WINDER THAT SAID HOP QUICK OR HOP SOONER JUMP UP AND HOP OR SOME OTHER KIND OF DURNED HOP AND THEN THERE WAS A LOT OF FIGURES ON THE WINDER THAT I COULDN'T MAKE HEAD NOR TAIL OF IT JUST LOOKED TO ME LIKE A CHICKEN WITH MUD ON ITS FEET HAD WALKED OVER THAT WINDER WELL I WENT IN TO SEE ABOUT GETTIN MY WASHIN DONE AND GOSH ALL SPRUCE GUM THERE WAS ONE OF THEM PIGTAILED HEATHEN CHINESE HE JES LOOKED FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A PICTURE ON AIN'T INSEY SMITH'S TEACUPS I WAS SORT O SOT BACK FOR A MINUTE CAUSE I SAID TO MYSELF I DON'T S'POSE THIS DURNED CRITTER KIN TALK ENGLISH BUT SEEIN AS HOW I'M IN HERE I MIGHT AS WELL FIND OUT SO I TOLD HIM I'D LIKE TO GIT HIM TO DO SOME WASHIN FUR ME AN HE COMMENCED TO TALK IN SOME OUTLANGISH LINGO SOUNDED TO ME LIKE CIDER RUNNIN OUT OF A JUG SOMETHIN LIKE OO TUNG OO WANG FEN KAY MOO OOGUE VELLY GOODWASHEE
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