1 day as I was givin a descripshun of my Beests and Snaiks in my usual flowry stile what was my skorn and disgust to see a big burly feller walk up to the cage containin my wax figgers of the Lord's last Supper, and cease Judas Iscarrot by the feet and drag him out on the ground.

Nor we ain't givin' nothin 'way in manner o' speakin'.

I ain't givin' the use of my cabin and my piano to everybody.