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Wall I showed it to a gentleman what was a standin' thar when I cum out, and I sed to him  mister, what in thunder is this here thing, and he sed "Wall sir that's a sort of a lotery ticket; every time you leave your clothes thar to have them washed you git one of them tickets, and then you have a chance to draw a prize of some kind." WELL I SHOWED IT TO A GEN'LEMAN WHAT WAS A STANDIN THAR WHEN I COME OUT AN I SAID TO HIM MISTER WHAT IN THUNDER IS THIS HERE THING AND HE SAID WELL SIR THAT'S A SORT OF A LOTTERY TICKET EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES THAR TO HAVE EM WASHED YOU GET ONE OF THEM TICKETS AND THEN YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO DRAW A PRIZE OF SOME KIND
d 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. 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. 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 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
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