Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley
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asked a by bystander a standin' by, and sez I, "Is this village
all built together -- don't you have no streets a turnin' off of it?" "Yes," sez he, "you'll find a street jest as soon as you get by this hotel." I stopped right in my tracts; I wuz dumbfoundered. Sez I, "Do you mean to say that this hull side of the street that we have been a traversin' anon, or long before anon, -- do you say that this is all one buildin'?" "Yes mom," sez he. Sez I, in faint axents, "When shall we get to the end on it?" Sez he, "You have come jest about half way." Josiah gin a deep groan and turned him round in his tracts and sez, "Le's go back this minute." I too thought of the quiet haven from whence we had set out, with a deep longin', but sech is the force and strength of my mind that I grasped holt of the situation and held it there tight. If we wuz half way across it wouldn't be no further to go on than it would to go back. Such wuz my intellect that I see it to once, but Josiah's mind couldn't grasp it, and with words murmured in my ears which I will never repeat to a livin' soul he wended on by my side through the same old crowd -- parasols, and wimmen, and dogs, and babies, and men, and parasols, and Injuns, and Spanards, and |
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