The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 12: In MotleyBierce, Ambrose
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The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 12: In Motley
Bierce, Ambrose
American literature
But my sisters young man, which told me the story, he says the greatest
up heavle known to science is when the hi potamus rises from his beauty
sleep and salutes the dawn.
The old he kangaroon is a stag and the she feller is a duck bill and
the little ones is katy dids, and thats why I say variety is the staff
of life. The kangs tail is the biggest in the world and is highly
respected for soup, but Jack Brily, which is the wicked sailor, says
give him plum duff and a spankin breeze!
Jack says he was one time ship wreck on a island, and was caught by
some native niggers which took him before their king and said: “If you
please, here is one of them gods which is some times washed ashore when
the wind is west.”
The king he loocked at Jack a while, and bime by he said: “Take him out
and lick him till he gives us good weather for the coco nuts.”
Jack he spoke up and said, Jack did: “I aint that kind of god. The one
which could rule the weather was et by a shark jest fore he reached the
land. Ime the feller which bestows good government.”
The king said: “Then we havnt no use for you, cause we are mighty well
off that way.”
But one of the natif niggers he said: “I dont know about that. I guess
we better lick him any how and see what comes of it.”
Jack he said: “Never mind about the lickin, I will waive all pomp and
ceremony and give you good govment any how if you do as I say, jest
like they have in America, where I am worshipt the hardest. What kind
of a king is that feller?”
The Prime Minister he said he was a mighty good one, cause he had been
kingin all his life.
Jack he said: “Then what you need is rotasion in office. Turn him out
to once and put in a new man which nearly one half the peoples have
said they didn’t want.”
The natifs said there wasn’t any sech man, cause when ever a bad man
was seen he was took up and skinned alive. Jack he thought a while, and
bime by he said: “Got any of them skins?”
They said they guessed the last one took was in the rogues galery, and
Jack said: “Stuff it and make it Presdent, and you will have liberty.”
A nigger he spoke up and said: “We have liberty, what is a Presdent?”
Jest then a other nigger come up, with a grip sack in his hand, and he
said: “Where I come from we have a Presdent, what is liberty?”
Then Jack walked over to that feller and shook his hand and said: “I
am dog gone glad for to see you, old man, how was things goin when you
left New York?”
Patrick Henry he said: “Give me liberty or treat me mighty well in
jail,” but George Washington he waved his big sticker and shouted the
bottle cry of fredom!
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