The king said, take it all around, it laid over any day he'd ever put in the missionarying line. He said it warn't no use talking, heathens don't amount to shucks, alongside of pirates, to work a camp-meeting with.
? ? ? ? The duke was thinking he'd been doing pretty well, till the king come to show up, but after that he didn't think so much. He had set up and printed off two little jobs for farmers, in that printing office- horse bills- and took the money, four dollars. And he had got in ten dollars worth of advertisements for the paper, which he said he would put in for four dollars if they would pay in advance- so they done it. The price of the paper was two dollars a year, but he took in three subscriptions for half a dollar apiece on condition of them paying him in advance; they were going to pay in cord-wood and onions, as usual, but he said he had just bought the concern and knocked down the price as low as he could afford it, and was going as low as he could afford it, and was going to run it for cash. He set up a little piece of poetry, which he made, himself, out of his own head- three verses- kind of sweet and saddish- the name of it was, "Yes, crush, cold world, this breaking heart"- and he left that all set up and ready to print in the paper and didn't charge nothing for it.
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