Baled Hay. A Drier Book than Walt Whitman's «Leaves o' Grass»
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Nye Bill. Baled Hay. A Drier Book than Walt Whitman's «Leaves o' Grass»
DEDICATION
BALED HAY
GREELEY AID RUM
ABOUT SAW MILLS
EXPERIMENTS WITH OLD CHEESE
THE RAG-CARPET
ONE KIND OF A BOY
THE CHAMPION MEAN MAN
FRATERNAL SPARRING
CHIPETA'S ADDRESS TO THE UTES
BILL NYE'S CAT
AUTUMN THOUGHTS
THE MAN WHO INTERRUPTS
THE ROCKY MOUKTAIN COW
PRESERVING EGGS
HUMAN' NATURE ON THE HALF-SHELL
TOO CONTIGUOUS
THE AMENDE HONORABLE
JOAQUIN AND JUNIATA
SOME VAGUE THOUGHTS
THE YOUMORIST
MY CABINET
HEALTH FOOD
PINES FOE HIS OLD HOME
ONE TOUCH OF NATURE
HOW TO PUT UP A STOVE-PIPE
FUN OF BEING A PUBLISHER
LINGERIE
FRUIT
THE BONE OF CONTENTION
CONGRATULATORY
THE AGONY IS OVER
OSTRICH CAVALRY
AN ELECTRIC BELT
THE ANNUAL WAIL
HE WAS NOT A BURGLAR
BEST ON, BLESSED MEMORY
GENIUS AND WHISKY
THE TWO-HEADED GIRL
THE CULTIVATION OF GUM
WE HAVE REASONED IT OUT
CARVING SCHOOLS
DIGNITY
ALWAYS BOOM AT THE TOP
INACCURATE
THE WESTERN "CHAP."
AN INCIDENT OF THE CAMPAIGN
WHY DO THEY DO IT?
TWO STYLES
GOSHALLHEMLOCK SALVE
THE STAGE BALD-HEAD
FATHERLY WORDS
THE GOOD TIME COMING
MANIA FOR MARKING CLOTHES
REGARDING THE NOSE
SOMETHING TOO MUCH OF THIS
COLOR BLINDNESS
IS DUELING MURDER?
HEAP GONE
THE EDITORIAL LAMP
DIFFICULT TO IDENTIFY
THE MAROON SAUSAGE
TESTIMONIALS OF REGARD
THE CHINESE COMPOSITOR
SNOWED UNDER
ROUGH ON OSCAR
THE POSTAL CARD
WHY WE ARE NOT GAY
SCIENTIFIC
THE REVELATION RACKET IN UTAH
SAGE BRUSH TONIC
LAME FROM HIS BERTH
THE PUBLIC PRINTER
SAD DESTRUCTION
THE IMMEDIATE REVOLTER
THE SECRET OF HEALTH
HOUSEHOLD RECIPES
WHAT IS LITERATURE?
THE PREVIOUS HOTEL
ANECDOTE OF SPOTTED TAIL
THE ZEALOUS VOTER
HOW TO PRESERVE TEETH
MR. BEECHER'S BRAIN
OH, NO!
THE MARCH OF CIVILIZATION
AN UNCLOUDED WELCOME
THE PILLOW-SHAM HOLDER
SOMETHING FRESH
YANKED TO ETERNITY
WHY WE SHED THE SCALDING
ANOTHER SUGGESTION
PISCATORIAL AND EDITORIAL
ANOTHER FEATHERED SONGSTER
ABOUT THE OSTRICH
TOO MUCH GOD AND NO FLOUR
WE ARE GETTING CYNICAL
ASK US SOMETHING DIFFICULT
THE MIMIC STAGE
DECLINE OF AMERICAN HUMOR
CHICAGO CUSTOM HOUSE
FOREIGN OPINION
THEY HAVE CURBED THEIR WOE
HUNG BY REQUEST
THE MELVILLES
MENDING BROKEN NECKS
ARE YOU A MORMON?
CAUTION
POISONS AND THEIR ANECDOTES
CORRESPONDENCE
WHAT THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY NEEDS
TABLE MANNERS OF CHILDREN
WHAT IT MEANT
VOTERS IN UTAH
INCONGRUITY
RIDING DOWN A MOUNTAIN
CORRALED HIM
FIRMNESS
PUT IN A SUMP
MINING AS A SCIENCE
DRAWBACKS OF ROYALTY
ENGLISH HUMOR
ABOUT THE AUTOPSY
DON'T LIKE OUR STYLE
MR. T. WILSON
ETIQUETTE OF THE NAPKIN
AN INFERNAL MACHINE
THE CODFISH
HIS AGED MOTHER
BUSINESS LETTERS
DANGER OF GARDENING
Отрывок из книги
I NEVER wrote a novel, because I always thought it required more of a mashed-rasp-berry imagination than I could muster, but I was the business manager, once, for a year and a half, of a little two-bit novelette that has never been published.
I now propose to publish it, because I cannot keep it to myself any longer.
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Thus the short, sweet summer scooted past. The weeks were filled with gladness, and their memory even now comes back to me, like a wood-violet-scented vision. A wood-violet-scented vision comes high, but it is necessary in this place.
Toward winter the correspondence grew a little tedious, owing to the fact that I had a large, and tropical boil on the back of my neck, which refused to declare its intentions or come to a focus for three weeks. In looking over the letters of both lovers yesterday, I could tell by the tone of each just where this boil began to grow up, as it were, between two fond hearts.
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