and raggid pee jackits and ware smokin pipes. Judus Iskarriot
had on a cocked hat and was appeerently drinkin, as a Bottle of
whisky sot befour him. This ere specktercal was too much fur
me. I klosed the show and then drowndid my sorrers in the
flowin Bole.


1.17. THE CENSUS.

The Sences taker in our town bein taken sick, he deppertised me
to go out for him one day, and as he was too ill to giv me
informashun how to perceed, I was consekently compelled to go
it blind. Sittin down by the road side, I drawd up the
follerin list of questions, which I proposed to ax the peple I
visited:

Wat's your age?

Whar was you born?

Air you marrid, and if so how do you like it?

How many children hav you, and do they resemble you or your
naber?

Did you ever hav the measels, and if so how many?

Hav you a twin brother several years older than yourself?

How many parents hav you?