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108 | THE GRINDER PAPERS. bit o’ melted soap in it yet, right in the middle. I s’pose it had fell out o’ my buzzum while I was mixin’ the cake. Them that wasn’t sick begun to laugh then, and them that was sick begun to get better, and were all alive tu this day. But for all that, I think the Freedman young-woman ought tu wx a! Le a) i a ’ . >. P *< a + be hung; for though the soap was there, there must hev been ~ pison tu, for the three doctors all said we had symptoms, and symptoms can’t be fetched on by common soap. Miss Lowery sticks tu it how’t was nuthin’ but soap; so does he. But when I gets tu jawin’, I always says: | ‘‘Look here, Mr. Lowery, them medical gentlemen says we had symptoms, and only differed as tu whether they was prussic acid, or strychnine, or arsenic; and as you haven't got a diplo- my as I knows on, I don’t think you’ve any right to know more’n doctors.” Bg He allus-stops jawin’ then, fur he knows I’m right. But he won't own it ; men never won't. comicbooks.co a