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Show Or'F THE TRACK. To add to Bunkerton's discomfiture In losing his way, he has now beec brought to a standstill by the abso-luate abso-luate impassability of the highway, and his temper, already sorely tried, finally gave way. "What kind of people are you up here in this rotten old state?" he cried, addressing an old countryman who stood close by, inspecting his stranded car with curious eyes. "I dunno,"" said the old man. "Baout the same ez most folks, I cal'late." "Do you call this blankety blank scar on the face of nature a road?" roared Bunkerton. "Not ez I knows on," returned the old man. "This here hain't the pike; it's Mose Whibley's traout stream run dry. I wondered what ye was drivln' up it for." Harper's Weekly. |