The sences taker in our town being taken sick, he deppertised me to go out for him one day, and as he was too ill to give me information how to perceed, I was consekently compelled to go it blind. Sittin’ down by the roadside I draw’d up the follerin’ list of questions, which I proposed to ax the people I visited:
Wat’s your age?
Whar’ was you born?
Air you married, and if so, how do you like it?
How many children hav’ you, and do they sufficiently resemble you so as to proclood the possibility of their belongin’ to any of your nabers?
Did you ever have the measles, and if so, how many?
Hav’ you a twin brother several years older than yourself?
How many parents have you?
Do you read Watt’s Hymns reg’lar?
Do you use bought’n tabacker?