Chapter LIII

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Doc _kin_ smoke, and I s'pose he _might_
drink licker--jes fer fun.
He says, "_You_ smoke, _you_ drink all right;
but _I_ don't--neether one"--
Says, "I _like_ whiskey--'good old rye'--
but like it in its place,
Like that-air warter in your eye,
er nose there on your face."