fair and if i am going to ern enny
money i have got to get a gob prety quick. father
is going to stay at home tomorow to go to the fair.
i have had a auful good time today and seen some
good races but i havent had a gob. Pewt and Beany
always have the luck.

September 28, 186---this is a rany sunday. i
cant go to chirch becaus my paint has not come off
yet. i shood not dass to go to chirch becaus peeple
wood laff rite out loud. father says he dont believe
it will ever come off. but mother says it will with
plenty of greece and soft sope. i am most raw
now. i wish father had kiled that man. i never
got into so bad a scraip before. father says that he
has desided that the reform school or the idjut
assilem is the only place for me but mother says i
needent wurry about that for that is only his talk
but i must be more cairful in the future. i told
her i dident meen ennything rong but only wanted
to earn a little money and she sed she gnew that but
there is sum ways of erning money whitch is open to
objecsion and i gess she is rite and this is one of
them ways. After a feller has had his skin scrubed
with soft sope and bristol brick for two days jest
like pollishing a brass door gnocker he wishes he
was ded.

Well you see i maid up my mind to get a gob
becaus Beany had and Pewt had and i had spent
all my money. so the first thing i done when i had
did my choars was to put for the fair grounds erly.
when i got there i went to the resterrent and asted
them if they wanted a waiter. they sed no but they
was a feller whitch had a tent nex to Julia the snaik
charmer whitch has ben triing to get 2 boys. so i
went over there and there was a new tent and a big
picture painted on a sheet of the wild men of Bornio
whitch was captured after a dredful fite in whitch 6
bludhounds was kiled and 4 men fataly injered for
life. they was a picture of soldiers and hunters with
guns and bludhounds chasing the 2 wild men and
carring off the wounded men and the ded dogs.

when i got there i saw a big man with a big
mustash talking with Hiram Mingo a nigger boy.
i asted him if he had a gob for me and he looked
at me and sed i was prety skinny but perhaps he
cood fix me. he asted us into the tent. i woodent
go for i was afrade of the wild men of Bornio but
he sed the tent was emty. so we went in and he sed
he had bad luck. That both his wild men was sick
and he had a wife and nine small children, and
he had got to earn there bread