My air-ship was delayed by a collision with a fellow from China loadedwith the usual cargo of jabbering, copper-colored missionaries, and so Iwas nearly an hour on my journey. Then Clemens said: We must be dreaming. When I arrived, he said, the place was just a conflagration--a kind of human prairie-fire. The alliteration is so pretty.
He may have expanded thensomewhat to fill out spaces of his memory, and embroidered them, as washis wont; but t m Sawyer, sohe read the whitewashing scene, Peter and the Pain-killer, and suchchapters until tea-time. Heconsented, however, and conducted his brother-humorist and the Hoosierpoet to the platform. d: And the epitaph drear: A fool lies here Who tried to hustle the East.
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