Mark Twain
1835 - 1910
Extracts from Adam's Diary
1893/1901
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Three Months Later
IT has been a weary, weary hunt, yet I have had no success. In the mean time, without stirring from the home estate, she has caught another one! I never saw such luck. I might have hunted these woods a hundred years, I never should have run across that thing. |