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
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Uncle Ned he got up and put his hand in his waist coat and bowed and
said, real sollemn: “The subjeck on which I have had the honor to
be addressed is of national importance, and one in which I take the
deepest intrest, and I thank the delegation for the able manner in
which it has been presented. Appreciatin the dificultys of my position,
you will not xpect me to say more at present, but I can ashure you that
what it has been my privlege to hear shall be submited to my colleags
and will recieve the most atentif considderation.”
My mother she was astonish, like Uncle Ned was out of his head, and
she looked at him a while, and then she walked slow out of the room,
a sayin: “Well, I never!” But the minute the door was shut Uncle Ned
he said: “Quick, Johnny, jump to your work, once there was a dog, or
a horse, or a hipporaucus, or a 3 leg rammidoodle, or any thing which
you can think of, theres your paper and heres a pencil, spring, I tell
you, look alive!”
But I was so xcited that I couldent think of any thing for to write, so
I jest busted out a cryin, and Uncle Ned said: “One time there was a
weepin willow.”
About a hour after wards my mother, which was a knittin, she looked up
and said: “Edard, why is a ephalent like a man which is a goin on a
jurney?”
Uncle Ned, which was a readin a book, he shut it up, and stood up on
his feets, and then he laid it away, and walked over to where my mother
was, and looked her in the face and pretty soon he fetched 3 chairs and
set them before her, and she said: “What do you mean, Edard, I have
never seen such actions.”
But Uncle Ned he went and got Billy, and set him in one of the chairs,
and then he put me in a other, and give me a pencil and a piece of
paper. Then he set his self down in the other chair, and Bildad, thats
the new dog, it come and set down long side of Billy. After we was all
put, and nobody had spoke, cause me and Billy thought it was some game
which was to be played, Uncle Ned he looked at mother and said: “I give
it up, now for the answer. Be sure you get it right, Johnny.”
But my mother she was a gettin redder and redder, like beets, and bime
by she got up and flounced out of the room, furiouser than any thing
which I have ever saw in all my life, or Billy ever seen in hisn. There
was never such a dizzy pointed man as Uncle Ned was, but he says they
are all just that way, in Indy and every where.
THE HIPPORIPPUS
Mister Gipple, which has been in Africa, he said: “Johnny, if your
ungennerous kinsman hadent saw fit for to impeech my credibility,
which is the most precious juel in my crown, Ide tell you about the
hipporippus.”
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