. Kings of the platform and pulpit ... : personal reminiscences and anecdotes of noted Americans. ARTEMUS WARD. He dismounted and approached me. I saw his tomahawk glisten inthe morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye. Wocky-bocky came veryclose to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled hisswarthy fingers with my golden tresses, and he rubbed his dreadfulThomashawk across my lily-white face. He said: Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean! I told him he was right. Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said:Wink-ho —loo-boo! Says I: Mr. Wocky-bocky, says I, Wocky —I
. Kings of the platform and pulpit ... : personal reminiscences and anecdotes of noted Americans. ARTEMUS WARD. He dismounted and approached me. I saw his tomahawk glisten inthe morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye. Wocky-bocky came veryclose to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled hisswarthy fingers with my golden tresses, and he rubbed his dreadfulThomashawk across my lily-white face. He said: Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean! I told him he was right. Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said:Wink-ho —loo-boo! Says I: Mr. Wocky-bocky, says I, Wocky —I have thoughtso for years — and sos all our family. He told me I must go to the tent of the Strong-Heart and eat rawdog. f It dont agree with me. I prefer simple food. I prefer pork-pie, because then I know what Im eating. But as rawdog was all they proposed to give to me, I had to eat it or starve. So atthe expiration of two days I seized a tin plate and went to the chiefsdaughter, and I said to her in a silvery voice in a kind of German-silvery voice 1 said: Sweet child of the forest,
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