THE TIM BUNKEE PAPERS. 83 



No. 27. AN APOLOGY FOR TIM BUNKER. 



LETTER FROM JAKE FEINK. 



ME. EDITUE : Square Bunker went by our house this 

 mornin jest arter sunrise on his way to the deepo. He sed 

 he hadn t a bit of time to write, but he d like to have me 

 tell you, that he had been called out o town, suddently 

 on bizziness, and shouldn t be back in sum weeks. He 

 axed me to write in his place this time, and I deklare I 

 never felt so kuris in my life I han t got much ederkashun, 

 and never had, and I couldn t help^thiiikin the Square was 

 krackin one of his dry jokes on me, when he put me up to 

 sich a thing guess he d be more astonished than the next 

 man, if you should take it into yer head to print this ere 

 riting. But you jest du it, and I ll give you a dollar out 

 of my own pocket, for the sake of gitting the start on the 

 Square for oncet. He is a hard man to beet i know, but 

 Hookertown is a great country and there is sum more 

 peeple in it than you have heerd on. Them karrots, that 

 Tim Bunker s allers runnin me on, I wa n t so much to 

 blame about I d like to have my sa on that subjeckt. Ye 

 see, I knew mi man jest as well as the Square did, and a 

 leetle better. I allers understood trade, better than farm- 

 in, and I knew i culd git the premium by a leetle kalkula- 

 shun. Now kalkulashun I hold to be the cheef eend of 

 man, that which distinguishes him above all kattle-kind, 

 and so i used it in the kase of the karrots and carried my 

 pint. 



Sum folks perhaps thinks, that all Square Bunker rites 

 abeout is made up eout of his hed, kind o iiovil fashun. 

 I tell you it s a mistake. The hull on t is a rekord of fax, 

 and pretty much as they happened, so that up heer in 

 Hookertown they look for the Square s letter in yeur pa 

 per, to see what has happened. That story abouft the hoss- 



