never thought up that scheme before.
Sometimes, when they was lots of people ailing in a town, and they
hadn't been no show fur quite a while, we'd stay five or six days, and
make a good clean-up. The doctor, he sent to Chicago several times fur
alcohol in barrels, 'cause he was selling it so fast he had to make new
Sagraw. And he had to get more and more bottles, and a hull satchel full
of new Sagraw labels printed.

And all the time the doctor was learning me education. And shucks! they
wasn't nothing so hard about it oncet you'd got started in to reading
things. I jest natcherally took to print like a duck to water, and
inside of a month I was reading nigh everything that has ever been
wrote. He had lots of books with him and every time a new sockdologer of
a word come along and I learnt how to spell her and where she orter fit
in to make sense it kind o' tickled me all over. And many's the time
afterward, when me and the doctor had lost track of each other, and they
was quite a spell people got to thinking I was a tramp, I've went into
these here Andrew Carnegie libraries in different towns jest as much to
see if they had anything fitten to read as fur to keep warm.

Well, we went easing over toward the Indiany line, and we was having a
purty good time. They wasn't no work to do you could call really hard,
and they was plenty of vittles. Afternoons we'd lazy around the camp and
swap stories and make medicine if we needed a batch, and josh back and
forth with the people that hung around, and loaf and doze and smoke; or
mebby do a little fishing if we was nigh a crick.

And nights after the show was over it was fun, too. We always had a
fire, even if it was a hot night, fur to cook by in the first place, and
fur to keep mosquitoes off, and to make things seem more cheerful.
They ain't nothing so good as hanging round a campfire. And they ain't
nothing any better than sleeping outdoors, neither. You roll up in your
blanket with your feet to the fire and you get to wondering things about
things afore you go to sleep. The silentness jest natcherally swamps
everything after a while, and then all them queer little noises
you never hear in the daytime comes popping and poking through the
silentness, or kind o' scratching their way through it sometimes, and
makes it kind o' feel more silent than ever. And if you are nigh a
crick, purty soon it will sort of get to talking to you, only you can't
make out what it's trying to