Armour an' Company, an' I'm here to make ye change ye'er dite,' he says.
'Hinceforth ye'll ate th' canned roast beef iv merry ol' stock yards or
I'll have a file iv sojers in to fill ye full iv ondygistible lead,' he
says. An' afther him comes th' man with Aunt Miranda's Pan Cakes an'
Flaked Bran an' Ye'll-perish-if-ye-don't-eat-a-biscuit an' other
riprisintatives iv Westhern Civilization, an' I'm to be shot if I don't
take thim all."

"Thin a la-ad runs down with a chain an' a small glass on three sticks
an' a gang iv section men that answers to th' name iv Casey, an' pro-
ceeds f'r to put down a railroad. 'What's this f'r?' says I. 'We ar-re
th' advance guard iv Westhren Civilization,' he says, 'an we're goin' to
give ye a railroad so ye can go swiftly to places that ye don't want to
see,' he says. 'A counthry that has no railroads is beneath contimpt,'
he says. 'Casey,' he says,'sthretch th' chain acrost yon graveyard,' he
says. 'I aim f'r to put th' thrack just befure that large tombstone
marked Riquiescat in Pace, James H. Chung-a-lung,' he says. 'But,' says
I, 'ye will disturb pah's bones,' says I, 'if ye go to layin' ties,' I
says. 'Ye'll be mixin' up me ol' man with th' Cassidy's in th' nex' lot
that,' I says, 'he niver spoke to save in anger in his life,' I says.
'Ye're an ancestor worshiper, heathen,' says the la-ad, an' he goes on
to tamp th' mounds in th' cimitry an ballast th' thrack with th' remains
iv th' deceased. An' afther he's got through along comes a Fr-rinchman,
an' an Englishman, an' a Rooshan, an' a Dutchman, an' says wan iv them:
'This is a comfortable lookin' saloon,' he says. 'I'll take th' bar, ye
take th' ice-box an' th' r-rest iv th' fixtures.' 'What f'r?' says I.
'I've paid th' rent an' th' license,' says I. 'Niver mind,' says he.
'We're th' riprisintatives iv Westhren Civilization,' he says, 'an' 'tis
th' business iv Westhren Civilization to cut up th' belongings iv
Easthren Civilization,' he says. 'Be off,' he says, 'or I'll pull ye'er