An' afther he's got through along comes a Fr-rinchman,
an' an Englishman, an' a Rooshan, an' a Dutchman, an' says wan iv them:
'This is a comfortable lookin' saloon,' he says. 'I'll take th' bar, ye
take th' ice-box an' th' r-rest iv th' fixtures.' 'What f'r?' says I.
'I've paid th' rent an' th' license,' says I. 'Niver mind,' says he.
'We're th' riprisintatives iv Westhren Civilization,' he says, 'an' 'tis
th' business iv Westhren Civilization to cut up th' belongings iv
Easthren Civilization,' he says. 'Be off,' he says, 'or I'll pull ye'er
hair,' he says. 'Well,' says I, 'this thing has gone far enough,' I
says. 'I've heerd me good ol' cast-iron gods or josses abused,' I says,
'an' I've been packed full iv canned goods, an' th' Peking Lightnin'
Express is r-runnin' sthraight through th' lot where th' bones iv me
ancesthors lies,' I says. 'I've shtud it all,' I says, 'but whin ye come
here to bounce me off iv me own primises,' I says, 'I'll have to take
th' leg iv th' chair to ye,' I says. An' we're to th' flure."
"That's th' way it stands in Chiny, Hinnissy, an' it looks to me as
though Westhren Civilization was in f'r a bump. I mind wanst whin a
dhrunk prize fighter come up th' r-road and wint to sleep on Slavin's
steps. Some iv th' good sthrong la-ads happened along an' they were near
bein' at blows over who shud have his watch an' who shud take his hat.
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