promise _you_. I don't know as I ever enjoyed one half so
much afore. It had a rael first chop flavour had that cigar.

"'When that was done,' sais I, 'What do you say to
another?' 'Well, I don't know,' sais I, 'I should like
it, that's a fact; but holdin' of my head crooked up
chimbly that way, has a' most broke my neck; I've got
the cramp in it like.'

"So I sot, and shook my head first a one side and then
the other, and then turned it on its hinges as far as it
would go, till it felt about right, and then I lights
another, and puts my head in the flue again.

"Well, smokin' makes, a feller feel kinder good-natured,
and I began to think it warn't quite so bad arter all,
when whop went my cigar right out of my mouth into my
bosom, atween the shirt and the skin, and burnt me like
a gally nipper. Both my eyes was fill'd at the same time,
and I got a crack on the pate from some critter or another
that clawed and scratched my head like any thing, and
then seemed to empty a bushel of sut on me, and I looked
like a chimbly sweep, and felt like old Scratch himself.
My smoke had brought down a chimbly swaller, or a martin,
or some such varmint, for it up and off agin' afore I
could catch it, to wring its infarnal neck off, that's
a fact.

"Well, here was somethin' to do, and no mistake: here
was to clean and groom up agin' till all was in its right