"Quad's odds"; . n-looking bed raised aIf „. W, ^ fiddle to his shoulder and commencedscraping out a time. Have you a Bible in the house ? asked the can-vasser as he crossed the room. Nary Bibe, answered the man; and— Old Dan TuckerDrempt a dream! Or a hymn-book ? continued the canvasser. No—nary, and— If you love me, Mollie, darling,Let your answer be a kiss. I am agent for the sale of this Bible, said the canvas-ser, taking the volume out of his satchel. Couldnt buy one cover, and— Oh, darkies, how ray heart grows weary,Sghing for the old folks at home. 135 180 FURTHER MUSIC. I can sell you
"Quad's odds"; . n-looking bed raised aIf „. W, ^ fiddle to his shoulder and commencedscraping out a time. Have you a Bible in the house ? asked the can-vasser as he crossed the room. Nary Bibe, answered the man; and— Old Dan TuckerDrempt a dream! Or a hymn-book ? continued the canvasser. No—nary, and— If you love me, Mollie, darling,Let your answer be a kiss. I am agent for the sale of this Bible, said the canvas-ser, taking the volume out of his satchel. Couldnt buy one cover, and— Oh, darkies, how ray heart grows weary,Sghing for the old folks at home. 135 180 FURTHER MUSIC. I can sell you the book for a small amount down and the balance in weekly payments. A great many Bibuls are all right, but Ive got a sore foot, and— Twas a calm still night,And the moons pale light— If you do not care to read the book yourself you should not refuse your child permission, remarked the canvasser. And the old womans up stairs, sick with fever, and— They took her off to GeorgiaTo toil her liie But it seems hard to think that you are permittingyourself and family to live in ignorance of religious Bibuls is all right, and Id encourage em if timeswasnt so blasted— Ha! ha! ha! you and me— Little hrown jug, dont I love thee! I have a smaller edition like this. You can have thatby paying fifty cents down and twenty-five cents per weekuntil paid up. No use, stranger, replied the man; there haint noth-ing to do, money is tight, and— Ive wandered this wide world all over. IT WAS HIS TIME. 187 I wish you would cease that fiddling and singing for amoment and let me talk to you, said the agent. Bibuls is all right—you are all right, and— Oh! this world is sad and dreary,Everywhere I roam! Wont you stop for just one moment? Id like to oblige you, but nows my reglar time forfiddling and singing, and— Up in a balloon, boys,Up in a balloon. Then I cant sell you a Bible ? Dont look as if you could, for— Ive wandered through the village, Tom,Ive sat beneath the
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