The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-02

print like a duck to water, and inside of a month 1 was reading nigh every thing that has ever been wrote. He had lots of books with him, and every time a new sockdologer of a word come along and I learnt how to spell her and where she orter fit in to make sense it kind O tfckIed me all over. And many's- the time afterward when me and the doctor had lost track of each other and they was quite spell people got to thinking 1 was a tramp I've went into these here Andrew Car negie libraries in different towns jest as much to see if they had anything ftten to read as fur to keep warm.
 Well, we went easing over toward the Indiany line. and we was having "a purty, good time. They wasn't no work to do you could call really hard, and they was plenty of vittles, After moons we'd lazy around the camp and swap stories and make medicine if we needed a batch and josh back and forth with the people that hung around and loaf and doze and smoke, or mebby do a little fishing if we was nigh a .crick.
 And nights after the show was over it was fun too. We always had a fire, even if it was hot night, fur to cook by in the first place and fur to keep mosquitoes off and to make things seem more cheerful. They ain't noth- ing so good as hanging round a camp fire. and they ain't nothing any bet ter than sleeping outdoors neither. You roll up in your blanket with your feet to the fire and you get to wonder ing things about things afore you go to sleep The silentness jest natcheral- 1xz q vBo{JA and then all them queer little noises you never hear in the daytime comes popping and poking through the silent ness or kind O scratching their way through it sometimes and makes it kind O feel more silent than ever. And if you are nigh a crfck purty soon it will sort O get to talking to you, only you can't make out what it's trying to say, and you get to wondering about that too And if you are in tent and it rains and the tent don't leak that rain is kind of a nice thing to listen to itself. But if you can see the stars you get to wondering more1n ever. They come out and they is so many of them and they are so fur away, and yet they are so kind O friendly-Hke, too, if you happen to be feeling purty good But if you ain't feeling purity good jest lay there and look at them stars long enough, and then nebby you'n see it don't make no difference whether you're feeling good or not, fur they got way O making your private trou- bles look mighty small.
 We'll, I never cared so much fur houses after them days They was bully times, them was. And I was kind of proud of being with a show too. Many's the time I have went down the street in that there Injun suit and seen how the young fellers would of give all they owned to be me. And every now and then you would hear one say when you went past:
 Huh, know him! That's one of them show fellers!"
 One afternoon we pitches our tent right on the edge of little town called Athens. We was nigh the bank of crick, and they was grove there. We was camped jest outside of a wood lot fence, and back in through the trees from us they was 8 house with a hedge fence all around it. They was apple trees and all kind of flower bushes and things inside of the hedge. The second day we was there I takes walk back through the wood lot and along past the house. and they was one of these here early harvest apple trees spilling apples through a gap in the fence. Them is a mighty sweet and juicy kind of apple, and picks one up and bites into it.
 '1 think you might have asked for it." says some one.