What's your lay?"
? ? ? ? "I've done considerble in the doctoring way in my time. Layin' on o' hands is my best holt- for cancer, and paralysis, and sich things; and I k'n tell a fortune pretty good, when I've got somebody along to find out the facts for me. Preachin's my line, too; and workin' camp-meetin's; and missionaryin' around."
? ? ? ? Nobody never said anything for a while; then the young man hove a sigh and says-
? ? ? ? "Alas!"
? ? ? ? "What're you alassin' about?" says the baldhead.
? ? ? ? "To think I should have lived to be leading such a life, and be degraded down into such company." And he begun to wipe the corner of his eye with a rag.
? ? ? ? "Dern your skin, ain't the company good enough for you?" says the baldhead, pretty pert and uppish.
? ? ? ? "Yes, it is good enough for me; it's as good as I deserve; for who fetched me so low, when I was so high? I did myself. I don't blame you, gentlemen- far from it; I don't blame anybody. I deserve it all. Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I know- there's a grave somewhere for me.
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