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Wall, then a feller cum along and sed, "everybody over to this end of the hall." WELL THEN A FELLER COME ALONG AND SAID EVERYBODY OVER TO THIS END O THE HALL
kin' at the picters, and I noticed whar it sed it only cost ten cents to go in, and I alowed I might as well go in and see it. Wall I don't spose I'd bin in thar over five minutes afore I made myself the laffin' stock of every one in thar. I noticed a feller a sottin' thar gittin' his boots blacked, and thar was a durned little pick pockit a pickin' his pockits. Wall I didn't want to see him git robbed, so I went right up to him and I sed--look out mister, you air gittin' your pockits picked, wall sir, that durned cuss never sed a word and every body commenced to laff, and I looked round to see what they wuz a laffin' at, and it wan't no man at all, nothin' only a durned old wax figger. I never felt so durned foolish since the day I popped the question to Samantha. Wall then I looked round a spell longer, and thar wuz a feller what they called the human pin cushion, and he wuz stuck chock full of needles and pins and looked like a hedge hog; he'd be a mighty handy feller at a quiltin'. ME KIND OR OTHER SO I GOT TO LOOKIN AT THE PICTURES AND I NOTICED WHERE IT SAID ONLY TEN CENTS TO GO IN AND I ALLOWED I MIGHT AS WELL GO IN AND SEE IT WELL I DON'T S'POSE I'D BEEN THAR OVER FIVE MINUTES AFORE I MADE MYSELF THE LAFFIN STOCK OF EVER ONE IN THAR I NOTICED A FELLER A SOTTIN THERE GETTIN HIS BOOTS BLACKED AND THERE WAS A DURNED LITTLE PICKPOCKET A PICK IN HIS POCKETS WELL I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HIM GIT ROBBED SO I WENT RIGHT UP TO HIM AND I SAID LOOK OUT MISTER YOU ARE GETTIN YOUR POCKETS BIGGED WELL SIR THAT DURNED CUSS NEVER SAID A WORD AND EVERYBODY COMMENCED TO LAUGH I LOOKED ROUND TO SEE WHAT THEY WAS A LAUGHIN AT AND IT WARN'T NO MAN AT ALL NOTHIN ONLY A DURNED OLD WAX FIGURE I NEVER FELT SO DURNED FOOLISH SENCE THE DAY I POPPED THE QUESTION TO SOME ANTHY WELL THEN I LOOKED AROUND A SPELL LONGER AND THERE WAS A FELLER WHAT THEY CALLED THE HUMAN PINCUSHION AN HE WAS STUCK CHALK FULL OF NEEDLES AND PINS AN LOOKED LIKE A HEDGEHOG HE'D BE A MIGHTY HANDY FELLER AT A QUILTING
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