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THE CATECHISM.
"Well, this beats anything. Tell me the name of any point or place I told you."
I studied a while and decided that I couldn't.
"Look here! What do you start out from, above Twelve-Mile Point, to cross over?"
"I—I—don't know."
"You - you—don't know?" mimicking my drawling manner
"YOU'RE A SMART ONE,"
of speech. What do you know?"
"I—I—nothing, for certain."
"By the great, Cæsar's ghost, I believe you! You're the stupidest dunderhead I ever saw or ever heard of, so help me Moses! The idea of you being a pilot—you! Why, you don't know enough to pilot a cow down a lane."
Oh, but his wrath was up! He was a nervous man, and he shuffled from one side of his wheel to the other as if the
