Only page of title Fairly Difficult
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Las' July -- an', I persume
'Bout as hot
As the ole Gran'-Jury room
Where they sot! --
Fight 'twixt Mike an' Dock McGriff --
'Pears to me jes' like as if
I'd a dremp' the whole blame thing --
Allus ha'nts me roun' the gizzard
When they're nightmares on the wing,
An' a feller's blood's jes' friz!
Seed the row from a to izzard --
'Cause I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is! I wuz the on'y man aroun' --
(Durn old-fogy town!
'Peared more like, to me,
_Sund'y_ 'an _Saturd'y! )_
Dog come 'crost the road
An' tuck a smell
An' put right back;
Mishler driv by 'ith a load
O' cantalo'pes he couldn't sell --
Too mad, 'y jack!
To even ast
What wuz up, as he went past!
Weather most outrageous hot! --
Fairly hear it sizz
Roun' Dock an' Mike -- till Dock he shot,
An' Mike he slacked that grip o' his
An' fell, all spraddled out. Dock riz
'Bout half up, a-spittin' red,
An' shuck his head --
An' I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is! An' Dock he says,
A-whisperin'-like, --
"It hain't no use
A-tryin'! -- Mike
He's jes' ripped my daylights loose! --
Git that blame-don fiddler to
Let up, an' come out here -- You
Got some burryin' to do, --
Mike makes _one_, an' I expects
In ten seconds I'll make _two_! "
And he drapped back, where he riz,
'Crost Mike's body, black and blue,
Like a great big letter X! --
An' I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is! End of title
