But by your leave, I did not think that a continuation of the history of the enterprising vagabond Jim
Smily would be likely to afford me much information concerning the Rev. Leonidas W. Smily, and so I
started away.
At the door I met the sociable Wheeler returning, and he button-holed me and recommenced:
“Well, thigh-yer Smily had a taller one-eyed cow that didn’t have no tail, only just a short stump like a
Banneker, and—”
“O, curse Smily and his afflicted cow!” I muttered, good-naturally, and bidding the old gentleman
good-day, I departed.