her different diseases, and beat down on by the lurid glare of the climate she dwelt in most of the time, namely them foamin', blood-curdlin' novels of hern, and I ort to wait in patience, and as the Sam sez be willin' to sow in season and out of season, hopin' that some of it would spring up and bear good fruit.
Well, the reason of this simely wuz the eppisode I witnessed through the open winder between Tamer and poor little Jack. She wuz learnin' him a lesson in Gography every day, and as he had run looser on account of company bein' there, his lesson wuz belated and he wuz tired, but she had sent him after his little Gography and set him at it while she wuz settin' the table. She told him to bound Bolivia. Jack wuz in one of his wild moods, he had 'em sometimes, restless, obstropulous moods, jest as we all have. Jack wuz standin' up on two chairs in front of his Ma some like the Colossial Roads, I have heard Thomas J. read about.
In some things Hamen's wife is real lax, laxer than I would be. I should have made Jack stand up in front of me, or set. But she didn't mind, so he stood up with his feet on two chairs real defiant lookin' and uppish. And he spoke out loud and firm, and sez he:
"I don't like the word, Bolivia, Boliver is a good word, I will bound Boliver," and he stood up firmer than ever and the chairs further apart, seemin'ly.
Sez Tamer, "Do you bound Bolivia."
"Boliver," sez Jack, "is bounded on the north by"
"Bolivia!" sez Hamen's wife.
"Boliver!" sez Jack firmly; "I like the word, and Boliver it shall be!" And Tamer of course couldn't stand that, and so she had to whip him again, but I
