. "The fambly album"; another "fotygraft album," shown to the new preacher by Rebecca Sparks Peters, aged eleven; the "bigger album from upstairs". That theres Lem Arnold, a cousin uh kind of a meek lookin feller, but hes gota turribul temper ands alius goin t fightsomebody. But he alius backs out when thtime comes, though. Pa says Lems got lotsuh valyer but a blamed sight more discreet!on,whatever them words means; says, pa does,that Lems alius a-settin out t lick some feller,both ends in th air and stummick dragginth ground, like a hog goin t war. Pas jista little bit coarse sometime
. "The fambly album"; another "fotygraft album," shown to the new preacher by Rebecca Sparks Peters, aged eleven; the "bigger album from upstairs". That theres Lem Arnold, a cousin uh kind of a meek lookin feller, but hes gota turribul temper ands alius goin t fightsomebody. But he alius backs out when thtime comes, though. Pa says Lems got lotsuh valyer but a blamed sight more discreet!on,whatever them words means; says, pa does,that Lems alius a-settin out t lick some feller,both ends in th air and stummick dragginth ground, like a hog goin t war. Pas jista little bit coarse sometimes, / think, but masays all them humorists is. Theres one thing Lem can do, though, whenhes a mind tuh, and thats sing. Itd do yerheart good t hear him sing about CharlesGittaw. It goes like this: My name is Charles Gittaw,My name Ill neer deny;Ill leave my dear old par-runtsIn sorruh fer t die. Oh, little did I think,When in my youthful bloom,That to th scuffle I must goFer t meet my fatal doom. Theres more, but I This heres Dome Sedjwick, th lady thatwore a baird in th show, y know. Onct mawas showin this pitchure t some compny andshe says: This is a war-time pitchure ofCousin Donie Sedjwick, and pa puts in, Uh-huh; looks like it; what battles was she in?Ma, she wouldnt speak t him all th rest uhthat mortal day. Donie, she stood that bairded lady businesspurty good, but when it played out and Tracetook and spotted her up weth blackwalnutjuice and had her stand out on th* platform,wrapped up in a leopard skin, while he hollers,Wi-i-i-ld Rose, of a Madagascar tribe of head-hunters; considered a great beauty in her ownland—but shes a lo-o-ng ways from home,she wouldnt stand th show business no more,so they quit and went t firin on th railroad—leastways, Trace did. Turn over.
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