Don’t talk tew me about the pashunce ov anshunt Job.
Job had pretty plenty ov biles all over him, no doubt, but they were all ov one breed.
Every yung one in a distrikt skool iz a bile ov a diffrent breed, and each one needs a diffrent kind ov poultiss tew git a good head on them.
A distrikt skoolmaster, who duz a square job and takes hiz codfish bawls reverently, iz a better man to day tew hav lieing around loose than Soloman would be arrayed in all ov hiz glory.
Soloman waz better at writing proverbs and manageing a large family, than he would be tew navigate a distrikt skool hous.
Enny man who haz kept a distrikt skool for ten years, and boarded around the naberhood, ought tew be made a mager gineral, and hav a penshun for the rest ov hiz natral days, and a hoss and waggin tew do hiz going around in.
But, az a genral consequence, a distrikt skoolmaster hain’t got any more warm friends than an old blind fox houn haz.
He iz jist about az welkum az a tax gatherer iz.
He is respekted a good deal az a man iz whom we owe a debt ov 50 dollars to and don’t mean tew pay.
He goes through life on a back road, az poor az a wood sled, and finally iz missed—but what ever bekums ov hiz remains, i kant tell.