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Wise-Clark family papers, December 1864-February 1865
1865-01-21-Page 03
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the modus operandi of corn popping I would say that I am posted in the theory but a little rusty on the practical part of said operation. You wished me to inquire of "our Uncle John" what his charges were for transportation. He and I like the Jews and Samaritans, have no dealings. I have no doubt but his gallantry prompted him in taking you to the boat - but after you was gone, his big heart (by times) began to collapse and pecuniary embarrassment thrust the idea upon his covetous mind that he was a little money out of pocket. I am opposed to this principle of casting bread upon the water expecting to gather it many days hence - buttered. It manifests a littleness of which I pray I may never be guilty. Come to see again and you'll not be greeted by his presence - graced with all the beauties of a thunder-cloud. I once thought a good deal of him, but that is gone to return no more I fear. "But we'll let him alone in his glory." Well we've just eaten dinner, had boiled cabbage. Do you like it?
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the modus operandi of corn popping I would say that I am posted in the theory but a little rusty on the practical part of said operation. You wished me to inquire of "our Uncle John" what his charges were for transportation. He and I like the Jews and Samaritans, have no dealings. I have no doubt but his gallantry prompted him in taking you to the boat - but after you was gone, his big heart (by times) began to collapse and pecuniary embarrassment thrust the idea upon his covetous mind that he was a little money out of pocket. I am opposed to this principle of casting bread upon the water expecting to gather it many days hence - buttered. It manifests a littleness of which I pray I may never be guilty. Come to see again and you'll not be greeted by his presence - graced with all the beauties of a thunder-cloud. I once thought a good deal of him, but that is gone to return no more I fear. "But we'll let him alone in his glory." Well we've just eaten dinner, had boiled cabbage. Do you like it?
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