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only a distant relative.
When they saw me boxing the ears of a stubborn lawn-mower they said my punishment was heavy enough, so they threw away the lynching rope and left me at the post.
Clara J. came out on the porch and said, "John, perhaps that lawn-mower would stop screaming if you used a little axle grease!"
"All right," I came back at her, "but it will take me an hour and a half to find out which part of the lawnmower will fit the axle grease."
Then I lifted the machinery up to examine its constitution and by-laws, and about two and a half pounds of wrought iron fell off and landed on my instep.
The wrought iron made good.
Then I tried to stand on the other foot, but I lost my balance and fell on the lawn-mower's third rail.
I never was so mortified in my life as when that lawn-mower began to saw its initials on my shin bones.
Every time I tried to get up I lost my balance, and every time I lost my balance the lawn-mower would leap up in the air and fall on my wish-bone.
When loving hands finally pulled us apart I was two doors and a half below unconsciousness, while the lawnmower had recovered its second wind and was wagging its tail with excitement.
After waiting for about ten minutes for me to come back in the ring, the lawn-mower got impatient and began to bark at me in Yiddish, so I decided that our lawn could grow whiskers like a Populist farmer and be hanged to it.
Another splendid bit of local color in the life of some commuters is the tunnel which runs from Forty-second Street up as far as One Hundred and Fifty in the shade.
A ride through this tunnel on a hot day will put you over on Woosey Avenue quicker than a No. 9 pill in Hop Lee's smoke factory.
In order to get out to Ruraldene I have to use the tunnel, and every time I use it it leaves something which looks like the mark of Cain across my brow.
The first day I went through that tunnel will always remain one of my hottest memories.
I lost nine pounds of solid flesh somewhere between my shoulder blade and Seventy-ninth Street.
The sensation is the same as a Bad Man's hereafter, including the sulphur.
First I choked up a little, then I coughed, then I stirred uneasily, and then I looked out the window and prayed for the daylight, and then I looked at my newspaper, but I couldn't read it, because the railroad company had found the gas bill pretty heavy last month and they were cutting down expenses.
Then I lost my breath, and when I got it back I found it wasn't mine.
Then I began to fan myself with my hat, but I stopped when the man behind me began to kick because I was handing him more than his just share of the tunnel gas.
Then I began, to choke up again, and then I coughed, and then I could feel something fat and mysterious playing hide and go seek around my brain, but outside all was black as ink, and only from the noise could I tell that the road was still paying dividends.
The air began to get close and thick like a porterhouse steak in a St. Louis hotel.
I began to breathe like my wife crochets an open-faced stocking--one, two, three, drop one; one, two, three, four, drop one.
Then my blood began to curdle and cold chills ran up my back and liked it so well they ran down again.
My respiration was 8 to 1, my inspiration was 9 to 6 for a place, and my perspiration was like a cloudburst.
I had made my will with a few mental and Indian reservations, and was choking up for the last time when, with one mighty jump forward, the train shook itself free from the tunnel and once more we were out in the sunlight.
After picking enough sulphur off my clothes to make a box of matches, I reached gently over and tried to put the window up, but it was closed tighter than a sacred saloon on Sunday.
I gave the window-sash a couple of upper-cuts and a few short-arm punches, but it sat there and laughed in my face.
The brakeman came through, and I spoke to him about the window. He said, "The first time I see the president of the road I'll tell him about it!" and left me flat.
Once more I tried to open that window, but I only succeeded in opening my collar; so then I opened my mouth and made a short but spicy announcement, whereupon the old lady in the seat ahead of me got up and left the car.
Just then the train pulled into a station which I