Mark Twain could have married sixty-five different girls for love, but ho waited till he could love one with a coal mine in her own nttme. “Shut your eyes and listen mit me,” said Uncle Van Heyde. “ Yell, the first night I open store I counts de monies and finds him nix right: I counts him and dere be three gone; and what you dinks I does den?” “I can’t say.” “Vy, did not count him any more, and he comes ouc shoost right ever since,” A reverend gentleman, during a sojourn among the hills of New Hampshire, stopping at a cottage, inquired of its occupant if there were any Episcopalians in the neighborhood, “I don’t exactly know,” replied the dame, “but I believe John shot one in the garden, last week, but he thought it was a chipmunk.”
Permanent link to this item
Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/ESD18750702.2.26.1
Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka
Evening Star, Issue 3855, 2 July 1875, Page 3
Word count
Tapeke kupu
139Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 3855, 2 July 1875, Page 3
Using this item
Te whakamahi i tēnei tūemi
No known copyright (New Zealand)
To the best of the National Library of New Zealand’s knowledge, under New Zealand law, there is no copyright in this item in New Zealand.
You can copy this item, share it, and post it on a blog or website. It can be modified, remixed and built upon. It can be used commercially. If reproducing this item, it is helpful to include the source.
For further information please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in