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| [“He riz right up and shook his fist at the man with the nightcap”] | Frontispiece |
| [Twilight on the broad ocean] | 1 |
| [Asleep in his narrer bunk] | 4 |
| [Two prettier, winnin’er creeters never lived than them two] | 9 |
| [“Aunt Samantha, where is Heaven? Is it up in the sky?”] | 12 |
| [He sassed him and yelled out, “You dum fool, you, throw me a board!”] | 16 |
| [“It depends on whose lives they be”] | 18 |
| [Josiah and me put on our strongest specks] | 27 |
| [It wuz very dressy when it wuz done] | 31 |
| [A dark figger that riz up like a strange picter aginst the sunset] | 34 |
| [“I don’t love to hear that; that sounds bad”] | 39 |
| [“‘That man is a Christian.’ ‘How do you know?’ ‘Because he is drunk’”] | 45 |
| [“Uncle Sam a-wadin’ in sin up to his old knee jints”] | 49 |
| [The game of Bulls and Bears] | 52 |
| [Al Faizi made a deep bow, almost to the floor] | 55 |
| [Sez I, a-risin’ up in the democrat, “I’ll git out”] | 61 |
| [She met me with a sweet smile] | 68 |
| [Finally, he got to be quarrelsome] | 75 |
| [Ellick lay drunk in the office] | 80 |
| [It wuz Ellick Gurley] | 87 |
| [“Yes, it wuz sunthin’ else; it wuz you”] | 97 |
| [“Save the Sam, it may come in handy in the futer”] | 102 |
| [With one of his low, reverential bows] | 112 |
| [As the elder took it he turned pale] | 125 |
| [I took down my old Atlas] | 131 |
| [In time to kiss us and clasp our hands in partin’] | 139 |
| [Her big blue eyes wuz full of tears] | 142 |
| [Then took his umbrell and started for the door] | 147 |
| [We tottered up on deck, two pale, thin figgers] | 151 |
| [The lord with a pink paper suit on] | 157 |
| [With a stern look, calculated to wither him] | 166 |
| [We went in what they call a “jauntin’ car”] | 171 |
| [Three beautiful lakes] | 184 |
| [Drinkin’ and tobacco-smokin’ in the little hovel drove ’em out] | 189 |
| [Drippin’ wet when he come back] | 201 |
| [Alice stood there, white and tremblin’] | 206 |
| [A dark figger a-standin’ up on a little rock] | 209 |
| [I laid out to talk to Victoria on the subject] | 217 |
| [Samantha and Ellen Douglas] | 219 |
| [This immortal pair of lovers] | 230 |
| [The same furies that pursued the drunken Tam] | 238 |
| [Edinburgh Castle] | 250 |
| [The National Covenant signed by the Earl of Sutherland] | 254 |
| [When Prince Charlie and Flora Macdonald parted] | 259 |
| [“I could sing to you,” sez he] | 263 |
| [“When they got dirty, jest wet a towel and clean ’em off”] | 268 |
| [“I never should think of usin’ it”] | 274 |
| [Josiah wuz dretful took with it] | 281 |
| [“What a sensation it would create in Jonesville!”] | 285 |
| [That sentinul twelve or fourteen hundred years ago] | 289 |
| [“With the ends of the fingers a-hangin’ down”] | 294 |
| [Robin Hood] | 299 |
| [“It don’t pay to tussel with ’em”] | 301 |
| [Martin sent his card in] | 307 |
| [Josiah’s home-made waterfall] | 313 |
| [Her common-sense shoe] | 319 |
| [A quaint, old-fashioned tarvern] | 322 |
| [Says he, “I’m a-goin’ back—it is my duty”] | 328 |
| [Shakespeare’s ghost reading the effusions on the walls of his house] | 337 |
| [A great many portraits of Shakespeare] | 344 |
| [The font in which Shakespeare was baptized] | 350 |
| [The supper that man eat wuz enormous] | 353 |
| [“You couldn’t eat that full of porridge”] | 359 |
| [“The more I see of moats, the more determined I be to have one round our house”] | 362 |
| [“I am going to work for the poor”] | 370 |
| [My tone chilled him to the veins] | 379 |
| [Martin with his patronizin’ ways] | 384 |
| [A livin’ poem bound up in a girl’s sweet body] | 386 |
| [Them letters wuz a stroke of genius] | 391 |
| [A hull soap-box full] | 395 |
| [We stood long and silently by the graves of the great dead] | 401 |
| [An immense chair, the four legs bein’ four animals] | 407 |
| [“When I’m elected to Congress I’m goin’ to wear my hat the hull time”] | 415 |
| [That little dude doctor, with his cane and his eyeglass] | 421 |
| [“I have had some trouble with my back lately, and I want you to look at it”] | 424 |
| [Samantha’s faith cure] | 427 |
| [“Yes,” sez Josiah, “old Domono probble had his hands full with her”] | 442 |
| [“Almost in the shadow of the Bank of England, I found the greatest want and wretchedness”] | 455 |
| [Right in front of the tarvern, I have seen with my own eyes as many as five teams and two open buggies] | 459 |
| [“Be you any kin of Bildad Henzy, of Jonesville?”] | 468 |
| [Napoleon’s tooth] | 472 |
| [Josiah at the London “Zoo”] | 477 |
| [“Calf-o-lay! I hain’t a calf or a ox!” he shouted] | 486 |
| [“How stylish I would look”] | 489 |
| [“I don’t spoze I could ever git to be nigh so graceful as she is”] | 492 |
| [Josiah, “cultered and travelled,” schemes for Jonesvillian out-door dinner parties, à la Paris, and how Samantha foresees the result] | 500 |
| [There wuz the clothes he wore that he ust to button over that restless, ambitious heart] | 505 |
| [With his arms folded, and that old hat of hisen on, and his inscrutable eyes fixed on the heights] | 512 |
| [A-wipin’ my face on sech genteel towels] | 518 |
| [“I believe he’d sell the steelyards that Jestice weighs things in, if he could git a few cents for ’em”] | 523 |
| [“No attention paid to rumatiz, or meal times, or corns”] | 526 |
| [“A woman jest dressin’ herself—she seems all broke up”] | 537 |
| [I thought more’n likely I should be melted into tears] | 540 |
| [A-leadin’ Adrian and a-plannin’ sunthin’ with him relatin’ to a whistle] | 543 |
| [A hogsit as big as the Jonesville tarvern] | 553 |
| [We did indeed go slow, but sure; for in two hours’ time we arrove on the summit] | 556 |
| [“They have emulative Mas, who are bound that they shan’t be out-travelled”] | 561 |
| [Ye-o-lo-leo-leo-leo—the melogious cry of the Alpine shepherds] | 563 |
| [Listening to the organ’s grand, melancholy voice] | 566 |
| [I thought considerable about William Tell and his exploits with Gessler, apples, etc.] | 568 |
| [Divine realms of melody wuz brung to view by his heavenly vision] | 579 |
| [“If this smell keeps on, and the dum muskeeters keeps on a-bitin’, one man will ‘see Venice and die’”] | 581 |
| [“Next thing I’d know you’d have a inquisition a-goin’ on”] | 588 |
| [The Tower of Pisa] | 599 |
| [The Colosseum] | 602 |
| [“The guides went ahead with flarin’ lights”] | 607 |
| [Mr. Goldwind, one of Martin’s business rivals] | 616 |
| [“I have faith that it aches like the old Harry”] | 623 |
| [I see one of the officials take up my sheep’s-head nightcap] | 628 |
| [A smile of admiration swep’ over his dark visage] | 628 |
| [Heavey, rough carts, drawed by an ox and a cow lashed together by ropes wound round their horns] | 631 |
| [At my request he hooked up my dress skirt in the back] | 647 |
| [She knowed me to once—a happy smile curved her pretty lips] | 653 |
| [The Matador] | 661 |
| [His victim] | 661 |
| [How cold his feet must have been cold mornin’s] | 666 |
| [“I go back to my own country—I have many things to teach my people—to avoid”] | 675 |
| [They had sent Philury out, like a dove, on the front doorstep to meet us] | 684 |
| [His looks wuz so onbecomin’ to a deacon and a path-master] | 687 |
| [Sez Martin agin, “I am sick to death of these everlasting complaints”] | 698 |
| [He fell down jest like a log at my feet] | 701 |
| [A faithful creeter with a strong breath, caused by stimulants, I believe] | 704 |
| [He busted out into tears and buried his face in his hands] | 709 |
| [Finis] | 714 |
TRAINS OF RETROSPECTION.
