Samantha at the World's Fair by Marietta Holley
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"There it is," sez he gloomily, "I never make arrangements to distinguish myself and make a name, but you must break it up. I had lotted on this, Samantha," sez he. He looked sad and deprested, and though I was bound not to give in and go, yet I made some inquiries. "How many does the whale carry? What makes you think we could both git into it?" Sez Josiah, "It carries 5000 at a time." I felt weak as a cat, jest as I had felt time and agin sence I had come to Chicago. "Wall," sez I in weak axents, and dumbfoundered, "any whale story I could hear about Chicago wouldn't surprise me a mite." And I wiped my brow on my white linen handkerchief, for though the idee didn't surprise me none, it started the sweat. Sez Josiah, "It is 225 feet long, and has a fountain in it, and a skylight 138 feet long." But jest at that minute, before I could frame a reply, even if I could have found a frame queer-shaped enough to hold my curious--curious feelin's-- Miss Plank knocked at the door and said she wuz ready to go--we had made |
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