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The first chance we got, the duke he had some show bills printed; and after

that, for two or three days as we floated along, the raft was a most uncommon

lively place, for there warn't nothing but sword-fighting and rehearsing -- as the

duke called it -- going on all the time. One morning, when we was pretty well

down the State of Arkansaw, we come in sight of a little one-horse town in a big

bend; so we tied up about three-quarters of a mile above it, in the mouth of a

crick which was shut in like a tunnel by the cypress trees, and all of us but Jim

took the canoe and went down there to see if there was any chance in that place

for our show. ssssssssss

We struck it mighty lucky; there was going to be a circus there that after-

noon, and the country people was already beginning to come in, in all kinds of

old shackly wagons, and on horses. The circus would leave before night, so our

show would have a pretty good chance. The duke he hired the court house, and

we went around and stuck up our bills. They read like this:

Shaksperean Revival!

Wonderful Attraction!

For One Night Only!

The world renowned tragedians,

David Garrick the younger, of Drury Lane Theatre, London,

and

Edmund Kean the elder, of the Royal Haymarket Theatre,

Whitechapel, Pudding Lane, Piccadilly, London, and the

Royal Continental Theatres, in their sublime

Shaksperean Spectacle entitled

The Balcony Scene

in

Romeo and Juliet!

Romeo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Garrick.

Juliet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Kean.

Assisted by the whole strength of the company!

New costumes, new scenery, new appointments!

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