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for I did give about two acres of it a thorough top-dress 

 ing of black compost last winter, which started the grass 

 as if there was something behind it. This is the only 

 kind of black art I believe in, and this I am bound to 

 practice and teach to my neighbors. I think it is not very 

 dangerous. 



Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKEK, ESQ. 

 Hookertown, July 25th, 1859. 



NO. 33. LETTER TO ESQ. BUNKER FROM HIS 

 NEIGHBORS. 



To TIMOTHY BUNXER ESQ. You are getting people all 

 by the hair, up here in Hookertown, which don t look 

 well in a Justice. Them personalities must be stopped, or 

 we shall have to put a stopper on your being justice of 

 the pease, enny mower. 



There is tew sides to all questions, and as many as tew 

 to that mash. If taint a humbug, it s a grate hobby, and 

 is bound to run itself strate intu the ground. Then, we 

 guess, somebody else will be riting funny things in the 

 papers, abeout their naburs, beside Square Bunker. One 

 of em, a district Committee man, who knows all abeout 

 skools, sez, that he never knew a mash yet that dident 

 turn Injun, and he guesses Square Bunker cant work mira- 

 kles, to keep his n from postatizing. He sez, that you ve 

 spent a deal of money, and it s nothing but money, that 

 makes this mare go, as in other kases. Bimebye the tide 

 gate will get broke, the ditches will fill up, the clover will 

 die eout, and eel-grass begin to grow again and some 

 fine morning you ll be looking for that mash, and find it 

 under water. 



