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I hit myself on the shin and on the pet corn at the same time, and them durned boys wuz jist a rollin' round on the ground and a hollerin' like Injuns. I HIT MYSELF ON THE SHIN AND ON THE PIT CORN AT THE SAME TIME AND THEM DURNED BOYS WAS JEST A ROLLIN ROUND ON THE GROUND AN A HOLLERIN LIKE INJUNS
 as how I'll git even with him 'bout Thanksgiving time. Wall, the boys took me into the paster, and they had it all dug up into what they called a "T," and they had a wheelbarrer full of little Injun war clubs. They called one a nibbler, and another a brassie, and a lot of other fool names I never heerd afore, and can't remember now. Then they brought out a little wooden ball 'bout as big as a hen's egg, and they stuck it up on a little hunk of mud. Then they told me to take one of them thar war clubs and stand alongside of the ball and hit it. Wall, I jist peeled off my coat and got a good holt on that war club and I jist whaled away at that durned little ball, and by gum I missed it, and the boys all commenced to holler "foozle." Wall, I got a little bit riled and I whaled away at it again, and I hit it right whar I missed it the fust time, and I whirled round and sot down so durned hard I sot four back teeth to akin, and I pawed round in the air and knocked a lot of it out of place. AT FOOL BIRD I CALCULATED HOW I'D GET EVEN WITH HIM ABOUT THANKSGIVVING TIME WELL THE BOYS TOOK ME INTO THE PASTURE AND THEY HAD IT ALL DUG UP INTO WHAT THEY CALLED A TEA AND THEY HAD A WHEELBARROW FULL OF LITTLE ENGINE WAR CLUBS THEY CALLED ONE A NIBBLER AN ANOTHER A BRASSEY AND A LOT OF OTHER FOOL NAMES I NEVER HEERD AFORE AND CAN'T REMEMBER NOW THEN THEY BROUGHT OUT A LITTLE WOODEN BALL ABOUT AS BIG AS A HEN'S EGG AND THEY STUCK IT UP ON A LITTLE HUNK OF MUD THEN THEY TOLD ME TO TAKE ONE OF THEM MY WAR CLUBS AND STAND ALONGSIDE OF THE BALL AND HIT IT WELL I JEST PEELED OFF MY COAT GOT A GOOD HALT ON THAT WAR CLUB AND I JEST WAILED AWAY AT THAT DURNED LITTLE BALL AND BY GUM I MISSED IT AND ALL THE BOYS ALL COMMENCED TO HOLLER FOOZLE WELL I GOT A LITTLE BIT RILED AND I WHALED AWAY AT IT AGAIN AND I HIT IT RIGHT WHERE I MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME AND I WHIRLED AROUND AN SOT DOWN SO DURNED HARD I SOT FOUR BACK TEETH TO ACHIN AND I PAWED AROUND IN THE AIR AN KNOCKED A LOT OF IT OUT O PLACE
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