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Saturday, October 8, 2011

The American Tale by Arthur Conan Doyle

This ain't no Sherlock Holmes detective story.

It air strange, it air," he was saying as I opened the door of the room where our social little semi-literary society met; “but I could tell you queerer things than that ’ere—almighty queer things. You can’t learn everything out of books, sirs, nohow. You see, it ain’t the men as can string English together, and as has had good eddications, as finds themselves in the queer places I’ve been in. They’re mostly rough men, sirs, as can scarce speak aright, far less tell with pen and ink the things they’ve seen; but if they could they’d make some of you Europeans har riz with astonishment. They would, sirs, you bet!" click to continue

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