The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 12: In Motley — John Shaqi
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
Jack says he pines like a caged eagle on this dull, unchangin shore,
but my sisters young man he says that the briny deep which Jack knows
most about is his fathers barrel of pickled pork. But I know Jack was
one time a pirate, for his arm is tattered red and blue with a picture
of a angel and a labm.
Jakey Epstein, which is the curly headed Jew, he says pork is pizen,
and one day when my sisters young man was eatin a sausage Jakey’s
father he spoke up and sed: “I rather die than eat that.”
My sisters young man stopt eatin awhile, and looked at him sollem out
of his eyes, and bime by he said: “Ide rather you would.”
But it is wicked to sass back, for the Bible it says a soft answer
turneth away rats.
Uncle Ned he said: “Johnny, did I ever tell you about the buttigoat
which had never saw a mule? One day it saw one a standin in the sun,
like it was asleep. The butty it looked awhile and then it walked
around to the last part of the mule, a lookin mighty sly, much as to
say: ‘When he cant see me I’ll sock it to him good and plenty.’
“But the mule knew what was doing, and when the butty tried to sock it
to him he kicked him in the forehead real cruel, and the butty turned a
flip flop and lit on his back with his feets in the air. Bime by he got
up and shook his self, and stomped the ground, and looked at the mule a
long time, which was a chewin his cud real peaceful. After a while the
butty he said to his self: ‘Ide like for to know which end that feller
buts with. I know which I do by the ache.’”
The horse is the noblest animal which scours the plain, but the
buttigoat can knock out a dog like the dog hadnt been there, for the
butty was give dominion over the fishes of the sea, and the birds of
the foul air and everything that is born of woman.
CATS
A feller which had took a unfurnished bed room in a lodgin’ house, he
said one evening to a friend which had called on him: “Now I got my
room, and I have bought this bed and chair, but my money has give out,
wot am I to do for a water pitcher, and a lamp, and a hair brush, and
other little articles of luxury such as a man of refined taste likes to
see about him?”
Then his friend he spoke up and said: “Just give me that old cat and
come along o me, and we will get all them things mighty quick.”
So they took the cat into the back yard of a other house and pinned her
tail to a cloes line, where she swung free to the sport of the wind and
owled awful! Then the fellers friend he said: “Now we will get plenty
water jugs, and lamps, and hair brushes, and old shoes, and all things
which is nice. All we got to do is just hide ourselfs till they come
down like manna from Heaven.”
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