Josh Billings on Ice

Josh Billings on Ice

Henry Wheeler Shaw

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Josh Billings on Ice by Henry Wheeler Shaw

Josh Billings on Ice Chapter 1 JOSH ON ICE.

Having herd mutch sed about skating parks, and the grate amount ov helth and muscle they woz imparting tew the present generashun at a slite advanse from fust cost, i bought a ticket and went within the fense.

I found the ice in a slippery condishun, covering about 5 akers ov artyfishall water, which waz owned bi a stock company, and froze tew order.

Upon one side ov the pond waz erekted little grosery buildings, where the wimmin sot on benches while the fellers (kivvered with blushes) hitched the magick iron tew their feet.

It waz a most exsiting scene: the sun waz in the skey-and the wind waz in the air-and the birds were in the South-and the snow waz on the ground-and the ice lay shivering with a bad kold-and angells (ov both genders) flucktuated past me pro and con, 2 and fro, here a littl and thare a good deal.

It waz a most exsiting scene; I wanted tew holler "Bully" or lay down and rool over.

But i kept in, and aked with glory.

Helth waz piktured on menny a nobell brow. Az the femail angells put out ov the pond, side by side with the male angells, it waz the most powerfull scene i ever stood behind.

The long red tape from their necks swum in the breeze, and the feathers in their jockeys fluttered in the breeze, and other things (tew muteh to menshun) fluttered in the breeze.

I don't think i ever waz more crazy before in mi life-on ice.

For 2 long hours i stood and gazed with dum exsitement.

I felt like a kanall hoss turned suddinly out to grass.

I didn't kno how tew proceed.

Az one ov the angells, more sudden than all the rest, cum flying down the trak, 3 lengths ahed ov her male angell, awl eyes ware gorging with her heavenly bust ov speed; she seemed tew hav cut luce from earth, and waz bound South, for the Cape ov Good Hope, when awl tew onst, with gorgous swoop terriffick, down-crumbling into a limpid heap she went with squeak terriffick, a living lovely mass ov disastrous skirt and tapring ankle.

Awl gathered around the bursted angell; but lo! in a minnitt's space, her wings agin was plumed, and evry feather waz in its lawfal plase; and on she fled laffing like wine thru its buteous blushes.

I had saw enuff-more happyness than belonged tew me-and az i sloly wended back tew mi home at the tavern i felt-good.

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Chapter 1 JOSH ON ICE.

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Chapter 2 SUM NATRAL HISTORY.

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Chapter 3 LIVE YANKEES.

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Chapter 4 LINCH-PINS.

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Chapter 5 GOOSE TALK.

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Chapter 6 JOSH BILLINGS

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Chapter 7 JOSH CORRESPONDS FREELY WITH 3 FELLOWS.

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Chapter 8 MONOGRAFFS.

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Chapter 9 HONESTA IZ THE BEST POLISY.

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Chapter 10 GREAT AGRIKULTURAL HOSS-TROTT.

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Chapter 11 JOSH BILLINGS DEFINES HIS POSITION.

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Chapter 12 COLD PIECES.

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Chapter 13 LETTER FROM JOSH BILLINGS.

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Chapter 14 WISDUM CHUNCKS.

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Chapter 15 BILLIARDS.

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Chapter 16 JOSH BILLINGS RIZES.

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Chapter 17 BILLINGS ON PILLS.

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Chapter 18 JOSH IN SARATOGA.

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Chapter 19 SUM VEGETABEL HISTORY.

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Chapter 20 JOSH REPLIZE TEW CORRESPONDENTS.

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Chapter 21 LIST OF HOUSEN TEW LET.

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Chapter 22 LAUGHING.

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Chapter 23 LYING.

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Chapter 24 PERKUSSION CAPS.

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Chapter 25 ONE WEEK FROM MY DIAREE.

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Chapter 26 AMERIKAN ARISTOKRASY.

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Chapter 27 LOVE.

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Chapter 28 THE GAME OF YEWKER.

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Chapter 29 NOW AND THEN.

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Chapter 30 OATS.

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Chapter 31 WATERFALLS.

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Chapter 32 POLITENESS.

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Chapter 33 DREAMS.

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Chapter 34 JOSH CORRESPONDS.

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Chapter 35 NUZE CUTS FROM OUR EXCHANGES.

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Chapter 36 DEAD BEATS.

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Chapter 37 SPRING-MAY, 1868.

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Chapter 38 HARTES.

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Chapter 39 MONOGRAFFS. No.39

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Chapter 40 JOSH BILLINGS AND THE LEKTUR COMMITTY.

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