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MARK TWAIN'S SKETCHES. 



pappooses of the paleface ? Speak, sublime relic of bygone grandeur — venerable 

 ruin, speak!" 



The relic said — 



"An' is it mesilf, Dennis Hooligan, that ye'd be takin' for a dirty Injin, ye 

 drawlin', lantern-jawed, spider-legged divil! By the piper that played before 

 Moses, I'll ate ye !" 



I went away from there. 



By and by, in the neighborhood of the Terrapin Tower, I came upon a gentle 

 daughter of the aborigines in fringed and beaded buckskin moccasins and leggins, 

 seated on a bench, with her pretty wares about her. She had just carved out a 

 wooden chief that had a strong family resemblance to a clothes-pin, and was now 



