Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition by Marietta Holley
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wanted it to, and boasted in particular every time he come acrost me,
ashakin' with the cold, how perfectly still and noiseless it wuz goin' to be, and how luxurious and almost enervatin' would be the warmth. And I sez, rubbin' my cold hands and pullin' my heavy woolen shawl closter round me, "It would be a little different than it is now if it wuz still, or if it wuz warm." And agin I shivered in the frigid air and sez: "You guaranteed we wouldn't be torn up here over three days, and it wuz four weeks yesterday." "That is because I have took such extra precautions to have it perfectly noiseless. Never," sez he impressively, "from one year's end to the other will you ever hear a sound from that apparatus, not the least murmur or echo of a sound." "Well, I hope not," sez I, "and I hope to gracious it will be finished some time, for I'm most freezin' and Josiah is takin' cold, as I can see." "No I hain't nuther," sez Josiah, his voice soundin' real wheezy and husky out from under his heavy wool comforter. Sez I, "You be cold, Josiah Allen, your nose is blue this minute." "Well, what if it is! I always liked that color anyway, I'd ruther have it blue that red as madder," sez he glancin' at my most prominent feature. Sez I, "It is the bitter cold that has turned our noses, Josiah Allen, |
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