The Grinder Papers — page 263: what you’re looking at

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Gee Soe MASAO MNT Oe” EIR VW Cp eae ron an ae . Zz e ~~ - » 258 THE GRINDER PAPERS. : Up riz Captain Higgins o’ the public house. ‘‘ Beg parding,” sez he, ‘‘but my sister Samanthy is a reg’lar artist. Done a piece in theorems tu school, and a head in colored chalks, under a teacher. I move she be app ’inted.” Ee Sg ‘‘Good,” sez the deacon, and they voted Samanthy in. The only other person o artistic debility was me. I purposed my- self, and was choose. | | Ther was tu be an auction o’ waluable picturs belongin’ tu a departed gentleman, at a residence called Tooker's Bliss, up on a hill, and there we went tu look one up, goin’ in afore folks had come. The auctioneer was there. He nods, I walks up tu him. Sez I, ‘‘Sir, we’re a_couple o’ ladies o’ artistic debility, app inted fur tu select a pictur o a religious tendency, fur tu donate a gift tu the Reverend Mr. Thumper, Esquire. Will any o’ that na- tur be bid off?” He thinks, and sez he, ‘‘ Yes’m—one.” ‘What is it?” sez I, ‘« «Five givin’ Abel his supper,’” sez he, ‘Let's see it,” sez I. Well, there it was, as big as all out-doors. Eve was settin’ on the grass, under a tree, with nuthin’ on only a red scarf; and there was the beautifullest tree overhead, and no eend o doves about; and Abel he was perched on a barrel, drinking out o’a splendiferous chany mug, with the most elegantest o wreaths on his head, o’ grape-vine leaves, anda bunch o’ grapes in hist other hand; and he was as fat as butter, and his cheeks like pinys. comicbooks.com |