Augenöffner [elektronische Ressource]: Gute Dinge, ungemein lustige Spriche und Geschichten, die ein Lächeln auf das greuste Gesicht bringen werden. Möglichkeiten bezüglich des großen Kiefernwaldes, des Herrenhauses aus Stein, etc. Aber ich fand MEIN BERÜHMTES BLUTIGES MASSAKER. 57 da draußen und seitdem nie vergessen, lesen wir nie die dumpfen erklärenden Umrandungen wundervoll aufregender Dinge, wenn wir keine Gelegenheit haben, anzunehmen, dass ein uneigensinniger Schreiber versucht, uns zu betrügen; weskip all das, und hasten, sich in den blutverwinkenden Details zu revanchieren und glücklich zu sein. Deshalb bitter ausexp

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Eye openers [electronic resource]: good things, immensely funny sayings and stories that will bring a smile upon the gruffest countenance . possibilities concerning the great pine forest, the** dressed-stone mansion, etc. But I found MY FAMOUS BLOODY MASSACRE. 57 out then, and never have forgotten since, thatwe never read the dull explanatory surround-ings of marvellously exciting things when wehave no occasion to suppose that some irre-sponsible scribbler is trying to defraud us; weskip all that, and hasten to revel in the blood-curdling particulars and be happy. Therefore, being bitterly experienced, I triedhard to word that agricultural squib of minein such a way as to deceive ncbody; and Ipartly succeeded, but not entirely. However, I did not do any harm with it any way. Inorder that partiqs who have lately written meabout vegetables and things may know thatthere was a time when I would have answeredtheir questions to the very best of my ability, and considered it my imperative duty to doit, I refer them to the narrative of my oneweeks experience as an agricultural editor, which will be found in this Memoranda nextmonth.. vn. THE JUDGES SPIRITEDWOMAN. u T WAS sitting here, said the Judge, in?*? this old pulpit, holding court, and wewere trying a big wicked-looking Spanishdesperado for killing the husband of a brightpretty Mexican woman. It was a lazy sum-mer day, and an awfully long one, and thewitnesses were tedious. None of us took anyinterest in the trial except that nervous un-easy devil of a Mexican woman—because youknow how they love and how they hate, andthis one had loved her husband with all hermight, and now she had boiled it all downinto hate, and stood here spitting it at thatSpaniard with her eyes; and I tell you shewould stir me up, too, with a little of hersummer lightning occasionally. Well, I hadmy coat off and my heels up, lolling andsweating, and smoking one of those cabbagecigars the San Francisco people used to thinkwere good enough for us in

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