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"I'm sorry, sir, but the best we can do is to tell you where he did live

yesterday evening." ssssssssss

Sudden as winking, the ornery old cretur went all to smash, and fell up against

the man, and put his chin on his shoulder, and cried down his back, and says:

"Alas, alas, our poor brother -- gone, and we never got to see him; oh,

it's too, too hard!" ssssssssss

Then he turns around, blubbering, and makes a lot of idiotic signs to the

duke on his hands, and blamed if he didn't drop a carpet-bag and bust out

a-crying. If they warn't the beatenest lot, them two frauds, that ever I struck.

Well, the men gethered around, and sympathized with them, and said all sorts

of kind things to them, and carried their carpet-bags up the hill for them, and

let them lean on them and cry, and told the king all about his brother's last

moments, and the king he told it all over again on his hands to the duke, and both

of them took on about that dead tanner like they'd lost the twelve disciples.

Well, if ever I struck anything like it, I'm a nigger. It was enough to make

a body ashamed of the human race. ssssssssss

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