The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 1: Essays, Sketches, and Letters by Artemus Ward
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fits and hain't got no command over hisself when he's into 'em."
"Sartinly," sez I, "I've bin took that way myself frequent." "You're a man of sin!" sed the Elder. Arter breakfust my little Shaker frends cum in agin to clear away the dishes. "My pretty dears," sez I, "shall we YAY agin?" "Nay," they sed, and I NAY'D. The Shakers axed me to go to their meetin, as they was to hav sarvices that mornin, so I put on a clean biled rag and went. The meetin house was as neat as a pin. The floor was white as chalk and smooth as glass. The Shakers was all on hand, in clean weskits and meal bags, ranged on the floor like milingtery companies, the mails on one side of the room and the females on tother. They commenst clappin their hands and singin and dancin. They danced kinder slow at fust, but as they got warmed up they shaved it down very brisk, I tell you. Elder Uriah, in particler, exhiberted a right smart chance of spryness in his legs, considerin his time of life, and as he cum a dubble shuffle near where I sot, I rewarded him with a approvin smile and sed: "Hunky boy! Go it, my gay and festiv cuss!" "You're a man of sin!" he sed, continnerin his shuffle. The Sperret, as they called it, then moved a short fat Shaker to |
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