DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

feller yells out:
"Go it--you're a hull show yourself!" And
some joshes him, but they don't seem to be no trouble
in the air. When they all look to be in a good
humour he holds up a bill and asts how many has
them. Many has. He says that is well, and then
he starts to telling another story. But in the
middle of the story that hull dern crowd is took
with a fit of laughing. They has looked at the
bill closet, and seen they is sold, and is taking it
good-natured. And still shouting and laughing
most of them begins to start along off. And I
thought all chancet of trouble was over with.
But it wasn't.
Fur they is always a natcheral born kicker
everywhere, and they was one here, too.
He was a lean feller with a sticking out jaw, and
one of his eyes was in a kind of a black pocket, and
he was jest natcherally laying it off to about a
dozen fellers that was in a little knot around him.
The doctor sees the main part of the crowd
going and climbs down off'n the wagon. As he
does so that hull bunch of about a dozen moves
in under the rope, and some more that was going
out seen it, and stopped and come back.
"Perfessor," says the man with the patch over
his eye to Doctor Kirby, "you say this man Ackerman
is dead?"
"Yes," says the doctor, eying him over, "he's
dead."
"How did he die?" asts the feller.
"He died hard, I understand," says the doctor,
careless-like.
"Fell out of his balloon?"
"Yes."