I forgot tew state, that John Smith lived somwhare in pensylvany, at the time his transakshun with Pokerhontas took place, and if he aint dead probably lives there now. Thare is one fust rate thing about history: it is alwus true; if it aint true, it aint history, so if yu larn it onst, yu never have tew unharness.
But most poetri, and piktorials, and novels, lie wuss than an east wind; the fuller a man gits ov them over night, the more room thare iz in him the next day, for sum more.
John Smith, who had the transaction with Pokerhontas, had an immense invoice ov boys; thare is 13 ov that name in our town this morning, besides several who hav either died or gone to Denver Citty.
Did it ever strike yu, Ezra, that death was one ov the most remarkable things that could happen tew a man?
A man may be ritch, and kno history just like slapjacks for breakfast, and be handsum, able tew lift a ton without thinking, but death beats awl these just as easy as biting crackers.
Death seems tew be as far as a man can git; when a man aquires that thoroughly, his ambishun seems tew be satisfied.
One man can be ritcher, and lift more than another, but he kant be enny more deader.
I am glad thare is one thing in this world, that is enuff for man.
Speaking ov man, Ezra, dew yu konsider him a suckcess yet, or has he got tew try again?
History has a good deal tew say about man, that don't allude tew his suckcess.