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Yarn, perhaps? Morocco? Yarn, your Honor. And kip. Umkip. This complicates the matter. However, let it gowe shall manage. Religion? Catholic, your Honor. Very good. Snip me a bit from the bed blanket, please. Ah, thanks. Part woolforeign make. Very well. A snip from some garment of the childs, please. Thanks. Cotton. Shows wear. An excellent clew, excellent. Pass me a pellet of the floor dirt, if youll be so kind. Thanks, many thanks. Ah, admirable, admirable! Now we know where we are, I think. You see, boys, hes got all the clews he wants now; he dont need anything more. Now, then, what does this Extraordinary Man do? He lays those snips and that dirt out on the table and leans over them on his elbows, and puts them together side by side and studies themmumbles to himself, Female; changes them aroundmumbles, Six years old; changes them this way and thatagain mumbles: Five teethone a-comingCatholicyarncottonkipdamn that kip. Then he straightens up and gazes toward heaven, and plows his hands through his hairplows and plows, muttering, Damn that kip! Then he stands up and frowns, and begins to tally off his clews on his fingersand gets stuck at the ring-finger. But only just a minutethen his face glares all up in a smile like a house afire, and he straightens up stately and majestic, and says to the crowd, Take a lantern, a couple of you, and go down to Injun Billys and fetch the childthe rest of you go long home to bed; good-night, madam; good-night, gents. And he bows like the Matterhorn, and pulls out for the tavern. Thats his style, and the Onlyscientific, intellectualall over in fifteen minutesno poking around all over the sage-brush range an hour and a half in a mass-meeting crowd for him, boysyou hear me! By Jackson, its grand! said Ham Sandwich. Wells-Fargo, youve got him down to a dot. He aint painted up any exacter to the life in the books. By George, I can just see himcant you, boys? You bet you! Its just a photograft, thats what it is. Ferguson was profoundly pleased with his success, and grateful. He sat silently enjoying his happiness a little while, then he murmured, with a deep awe in his voice, I wonder if God made him? There was no response for a moment; then Ham Sandwich said, reverently, Not all at one time, I reckon. |
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