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It was a real bully circus. It was the splendidest sight that ever was when
they all come riding in, two and two, a gentleman and lady, side by side, the
men just in their drawers and undershirts, and no shoes nor stirrups, and
resting their hands on their thighs easy and comfortable -- there must a been
twenty of them -- and every lady with a lovely complexion, and perfectly
beautiful, and looking just like a gang of real sure-enough queens, and dressed
in clothes that cost millions of dollars, and just littered with diamonds. It
was a powerful fine sight; I never see anything so lovely. And then one by one
they got up and stood, and went a-weaving around the ring so gentle and wavy
and graceful, the men looking ever so tall and airy and straight, with their
heads bobbing and skimming along, away up there under the tent-roof, and every
lady's rose-leafy dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she
looking like the most loveliest parasol.
And then faster and faster they went, all of them dancing, first one foot
out in the air and then the other, the horses leaning more and more, and the
ringmaster going round and round the center-pole, cracking his whip and
shouting "Hi! -- hi!" and the clown cracking jokes behind him; and by
and by all hands dropped the reins, and every lady put her knuckles on her hips
and every gentleman folded his arms, and then how the horses did lean over and
hump themselves! And so one after the other they all skipped off into the ring,
and made the sweetest bow I ever see, and then scampered out, and everybody
clapped their hands and went just about wild.
Well, all through the circus they done the most astonishing things; and all
the time that clown carried on so it most killed the people. The ringmaster
couldn't ever say a word to him but he was back at him quick as a wink with the
funniest things a body ever said; and how he ever COULD think of so many of them,
and so sudden and so pat, was what I couldn't noway understand. Why, I couldn't
a thought of them in a year. And by and by a drunk man tried to get into the
ring -- said he wanted to ride; said he could ride as well as anybody that ever
was. They argued and tried to keep him out, but he wouldn't listen, and the
whole show come to a standstill. Then the people begun to holler at him and
make fun of him, and that made him mad, and he begun to rip and tear; so that
stirred up the people, and a lot of men begun to pile down off of the benches
and swarm towards the ring, saying, "Knock him down! throw him out!"
and one or two women begun to scream. So, then, the ringmaster he made a little
speech, and said he hoped there wouldn't be no disturbance, and if the man
would promise he wouldn't make no more trouble he would let him ride if he
thought he could stay on the horse. So everybody laughed and said all right,
and the man got on. The minute he was on, the horse begun to rip and tear and
jump and cavort around, with two circus men hanging on to his bridle trying to
hold him, and the drunk man hanging on to his neck, and his heels flying in the
air every jump, and the whole crowd of people standing up shouting and laughing
till tears rolled down. And at last, sure enough, all the circus men could do,
the horse broke loose, and away he went like the very nation, round and round
the ring, with that sot laying down on him and hanging to his neck, with first
one leg hanging most to the ground on one side, and then t'other one on t'other
side, and the people just crazy. It warn't funny to me, though; I was all of a
tremble to see his danger. But pretty soon he struggled up astraddle and
grabbed the bridle, a-reeling this way and that; and the next minute he sprung
up and dropped the bridle and stood! and the horse a-going like a house afire
too. He just stood up there, a-sailing around as easy and comfortable as if he
warn't ever drunk in his life -- and then he begun to pull off his clothes and
sling them. He shed them so thick they kind of clogged up the air, and
altogether he shed seventeen suits. And, then, there he was, slim and handsome,
and dressed the gaudiest and prettiest you ever saw, and he lit into that horse
with his whip and made him fairly hum -- and finally skipped off, and made his
bow and danced off to the dressing-room, and everybody just a-howling with
pleasure and astonishment.
Then the ringmaster he see how he had been fooled, and he WAS the sickest
ringmaster you ever see, I reckon. Why, it was one of his own men! He had got
up that joke all out of his own head, and never let on to nobody. Well, I felt
sheepish enough to be took in so, but I wouldn't a been in that ringmaster's
place, not for a thousand dollars. I don't know; there may be bullier circuses
than what that one was, but I never struck them yet. Anyways, it was plenty
good enough for ME; and wherever I run across it, it can have all of MY custom
every time.
Well, that night we had OUR show; but there warn't only about twelve people
there -- just enough to pay expenses. And they laughed all the time, and that
made the duke mad; and everybody left, anyway, before the show was over, but
one boy which was asleep. So the duke said these Arkansaw lunkheads couldn't
come up to Shakespeare; what they wanted was low comedy -- and maybe something
ruther worse than low comedy, he reckoned. He said he could size their style.
So next morning he got some big sheets of wrapping paper and some black paint,
and drawed off some handbills, and stuck them up all over the village. The
bills said:
AT THE COURT HOUSE! FOR 3 NIGHTS ONLY! The World-Renowned Tragedians DAVID GARRICK THE YOUNGER! AND EDMUND KEAN THE ELDER! Of the London and Continental Theatres, In their Thrilling Tragedy of THE KING'S CAMELEOPARD, OR THE ROYAL NONESUCH ! ! ! Admission 50 cents.
Then at the bottom was the biggest line of all, which said:
LADIES AND CHILDREN NOT ADMITTED.
"There," says he, "if that line don't fetch them, I don't
know Arkansaw!"
CHAPTER XXIII.
WELL, all day him and the king was hard at it, rigging up a stage and a
curtain and a row of candles for footlights; and that night the house was jam
full of men in no time. When the place couldn't hold no more, the duke he quit
tending door and went around the back way and come on to the stage and stood up
before the curtain and made a little speech, and praised up this tragedy, and
said it was the most thrillingest one that ever was; and so he went on
abragging about the tragedy, and about Edmund Kean the Elder, which was to play
the main principal part in it; and at last when he'd got everybody's
expectations up high enough, he rolled up the curtain, and the next minute the
king come a-prancing out on all fours, naked; and he was painted all over,
ringstreaked -and-striped, all sorts of colors, as splendid as a rainbow. And
-- but never mind the rest of his outfit; it was just wild, but it was awful
funny. The people most killed themselves laughing; and when the king got done
capering and capered off behind the scenes, they roared and clapped and stormed
and hawhawed till he come back and done it over again, and after that they made
him do it another time. Well, it would make a cow laugh to see the shines that
old idiot cut.
Then the duke he lets the curtain down, and bows to the people, and says the
great tragedy will be performed only two nights more, on accounts of pressing
London engagements, where the seats is all sold already for it in Drury Lane;
and then he makes them another bow, and says if he has succeeded in pleasing
them and instructing them, he will be deeply obleeged if they will mention it
to their friends and get them to come and see it.
Twenty people sings out:
"What, is it over? Is that ALL?"
The duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out,
"Sold!" and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians.
But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:
"Hold on! Just a word, gentlemen." They stopped to listen.
"We are sold -- mighty badly sold. But we don't want to be the laughing
stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as
long as we live. NO. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this
show up, and sell the REST of the town! Then we'll all be in the same boat.
Ain't that sensible?" ("You bet it is! -- the jedge is right!"
everybody sings out.) "All right, then -- not a word about any sell. Go
along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy."
Next day you couldn't hear nothing around that town but how splendid that
show was. House was jammed again that night, and we sold this crowd the same
way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft we all had a
supper; and by and by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out and
float her down the middle of the river, and fetch her in and hide her about two
mile below town.
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