But talkin the way I see it, a big feller and a little feller, so called, got into a fite, and they fout, and fout, and fout a long time, and evry boddy all around a hollerin hands off, but kep a helpin the big feller, till finally the little feller caved in and hollered enuf. He made a bully fite, I tell you, selah. Well, what did the big feller do? Take him by the han and help him up, and bresh the dirt offen his close? Nary time! No, sur! But he kiked him atter he was down, and throwd mud on him, and drug him about and rubbed sand in his eyes, and now he’s a gwine about a huntin up his poor little property. Wants to konfiskate it, so called. Blame my jacket if it ain’t enuf to make your hed swim. Bill Arp Addresses Artemus Ward.