The first day it tastes like the juice
of an old soked bute.
The second day it reminds you of brine out of an old musty pork barrel.
The third day it tastes like See water near a New York dock.
Afterwards it begins improvin' until bimebye I would as leave have it as
Gin and Tansy.
All the Springs heer are well patronized. Neerly as much so as the bars
at the Drinkin' Saloons.
The High Rock Spring is a first-class curiosity.
A good comfortable income could be got out of a quarry which prodooced
such stuns as the one from which High Rock water flows.
One of _the_ institushuns of this summer resort is Mister MORRISSEY'S
Club-house.
The Hon. JOHN is more of a success at Congress hauls, Saratogy, than he
is at the Halls of Congress, Washington, D.C.
When other members git on their high-heeled butes at Washington,
debatin' about the admishun of another State, JOHN'S voice is silent.
When debatin' the grate public question of
"Heads I win, tails you lose,"
JOHN is the most elokent man in Saratogy.
If any individual don't beleeve what I say, let him buck agin Mr. M.,
and he will diskiver that the product of his experience will "Bite like
a Jersey skeeter, and sting like one of Recorder HACKETT'S sentences."
As my wife's second cuzzin lives heer, I shall be heer occashonly
doorin' the summer seesun, a visitin' her.
I like it heer as a visitor--at Mrs. G's. cuzzin's house, altho', in her
eccentricity, she sumtimes doesn't have dinner while I am around, and
often she locks the door when I am out after dark.
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