and was
snarlin to
me over
his
shoulder
as he
kneeled
down with
his legs
out at the
back-door--for
he
couldn't
be shoved
into his
house
without
kneeling
down, and
the
premises
wouldn't
accommodate
his
legs--was
snarlin,
"Here's a
precious
Public for
you; why
the Devil
don't they
tumble
up?" when
a man in
the crowd
holds up a
carrier-pigeon,
and cries
out, "If
there's
any person
here as
has got a
ticket,
the
Lottery's
just
drawed,
and the
