At that she gin an awful yell, and flung herself down upon a yaller satin divan, trimed with gold, and slobbered it all over with tears.
I know’d then I had a “_mission to perform_,” and that my fleshless bones were not given me for useless pleasure, but as a “warnin’ to my race.”
Arter this adventer I left the palace as I had entered it, “leavin’ not a trace behind me.”
Since that affair, I have bin goin’ about “doin’ good,” frightnin’ the wicked into fits, and follerin’ in the steps of the parsen, and thus working my way out of Purgatory.
LECTER II.
ARTEMUS WARD.—OUT OF PURGATORY.
Relatives and nabors,—Thinkin’ you’ll, like to know whether I’d bin roastin’ in brimstone, along with Solomen and Lot’s wife, and that you might feel consarned to know sumthin’ about my further adventers, I’ll continoo.
One mornin’ soon after this, havin’ spent a restless nite, I was thinkin’ what I had best do, when I seed, cumin’ rite out of a big marble edifice, a nice little woman about as raw-boned as myself. As she carried an open paper in her hand which was certified to by two bishops and three clergeymen that she’d bin baptised and her sins washed away, I felt it would be safe for me to foller her, knowin’ I had no such dockerment to admit me into the good graces of Abraham or Peter, or whatever porter might keep the gates of Paradise.
She seemed kinder skeered and tremblin’ like for a minit, not knowin’ what to do; then with a sudden start she spread herself out just like the eagel of Ameriky, and soared rite up into the sky with nothin’ to histe her by. I felt in my heart to foller her, and spread out just as she did, keeping near her on the sly.
As she went on she began to shine like a star, shootin’ on through the azure heavens for all the world like a sky-rocket.
That put me on my pluck, and I bust out just like a sky-rocket too. My blazers! If it didn’t make my head spin.