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Wall, I went along with that boy, and presently we cum to a place in one corner of that store; it wuz made out of iron and had bars in front of the winders, and looked like the county jale. The front boy p'inted to a man and sed, "Go in," and I sed, "I gessed I wouldn't go in thar, cos I hadn't done anything to be locked up fer." WALL WENT ALONG WITH THAT BOY PRESENTLY WE COME TO A PLACE IN ONE CORNER OF THAT STORE IT WAS MADE OUT OF IRON AND HAD B'ARS IN FRONT OF THE WINDERS AN LOOKED LIKE THE COUNTY JAIL THE FRONT BOY POINTED TO A MAN AND SAID GO IN AND I SAID I GUESS I WOULDN'T GO IN THAR CAUSE I HADN'T DONE ANYTHING TO BE LOCKED UP FOR
 spell; then finally I picked out a right likely lookin' store, and jist conclooded I'd sell my load of produce thar. Wall, I went in and I met a feller 'nd I sed, "Good mornin', be you the storekeeper?" And he sed, "No, sir, I'm only one of the clerks." So I sed, "Wall, be the storekeeper to hum?" And he sed, "Yes, sir, would you like to see him?" And I told him as how I would, and he turned 'round and commenced to hollerin' "FRONT," and a boy cum up what had more brass buttins on him than a whole regiment of soljers. I thought that wuz a durned funny name fer a boy--front--and that clerk feller he wuz about the most importent thing I'd seen in Boston so far, less maybe it wuz the Bunker Hill monument that I druv past cummin' to town. He had on a biled collar that sort of put me in mind of the whitewashed fence 'round the fair grounds down hum. I'll bet if he'd ever sneeze it would cut his ears off. Wall, anyhow, he sed to that front boy, "Show the gentleman to the proprietor's offis.  TIME THEY HAD THEIR BREAKFAST AN I LOOKED ROUND FUR A SPELL THEN FINALLY I PICKED OUT A RIGHT LIKELY LOOKIN STORE AN I JES CONCLUDED I'D SAIL MY LOAD O PRODUCE THAR WELL I WENT IN AND I MET A FELLER AN I SAID GOOD MORNIN BIG YOU THE STOREKEEPER AN HE SAID NO SIR I'M ONLY ONE OF THE CLERKS SO I SAID WELL BE THE STOREKEEPER TO HOME AND HE SAID YES SIR WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HIM AN I TOLD HIM AS HOW I WOULD AN HE TURNED ROUND AN COMMENCED TO HOLLERIN FRONT AN A BOY COME UP WHAT HAD MORE BRASS BUTTONS ON HIM THAN A WHOLE REG'MENT O SOLDIERS I THOUGHT THAT WAS A DURNED FUNNY NAME FER A BOY FRONT AN THAT CLERK FELLER HE WAS ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I'D SEEN IN BOSTON SO FAR LEST MEBBE IT WAS THE BUNKER HILL MONUMENT THAT I DRUV PAST COMING TO TOWN HE HAD ON A BILED COLLAR THAT SORTA PUT ME IN MIND OF THE WHITEWASHED FENCE ROUND THE FAIR GROUNDS DOWN HOME I BET IF HE EVER SNEEZE IT WOULD CUT HIS EARS OFF WELL ANYHOW HE SAID TO THAT FRONT BOY SHOW THE GENTLEMAN TO THE PROPRIETOR'S OFFICE
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