So nacherally I listened to what they was jawing about.

They was both kind o' mad at the hull world, and at our town in pertic'ler, and some at each other, too.

The doctor, he says: "I haven't had such rotten luck since I played the bloodhound in a Tom Show--Were you ever an 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' artist, Looey ?--and a justice of the peace over in Iowa fined me five dollars for being on the street without a muzzle.

Said it was a city ordinance.

Talk about the gentle Rube being an easy mark! If these country towns don't get the wandering minstrel's money one way they will another!" "It's your own fault," says Looey, kind o' sour.
"I can't see it," says Doctor Kirby.