My head-dress almost rises up on my head now as I contemplate the seens. But specially the Colosseum almost lifts up the ribbins on it—now, when I meditate on’t.
Why, when the Loontown Opera House wuz finished, we Jonesvillians hung our heads considerable before the Loontowners, they wuz so hauty over it. Two hundred could set down in it all to one time.
It danted us. We envied ’em. But what would them proud Loontowners think of a theatre that would seat eighty thousand, and probble twenty or thirty thousand more could have squoze in while they wuz a-performin’.
One hundred thousand all assembled, mebby to look down on the dretful sight of seein’ men kill each other. That wuz the thought that riz up my head-dress, and almost busted my bask waist. To think that men and wimmen could meet for amusement, and witness sech agony and sufferin’, and probble laugh at it. Why, in one of their meetin’s, twelve hundred men wuz killed, wimmen lookin’ on, too, jest as well as men, and probble snickerin’ over it.
I would be ashamed of myself if I wuz in their places—heartless creeters! If I’d been there at the time nobody could kep’ me from givin’ ’em a piece of my mind. But I wuz eighteen hundred years too young; they kep’ right at it.
Al Faizi wuz dretful interested in this place. He writ down lots in that book of hisen. He see sights here he never see in his own land—religion or no religion.
Christians throwed round to let lions and tigers devour ’em! The idee! He looked curous as a dog while he talked with me about it.
Martin wuz kinder calculatin’ on how many grain elevators the stun would build if they wuz landed in Chicago.
And Josiah and the children were wanderin’ round, and he acted tired and fagged out. He wuz, as usual, hungry. He sed prowlin’ round amongst them stun heaps gin him a appetite. And I spoze it did. But, then, I’ve known settin’ still to whet up his appetite, and barn chores, and everything.