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November for rain - darkness, and fogs. I make my way cheerfully about through morasses of mire; and smiling, take my share of the cart-wheel's splashing of mud. 'Tis said to be healthy. You've probably heard of mud baths. They must have originated here. Very healthy; stand anywhere on the sidewalk; let a team or carriage pass, and the deed is done, you notice a change, you look like a different person right away. Some swear vengeance on every thing in sight; naturally I never do; never. Oh no: such happenings please me, I think of home.

Tell Homer that over here the silk hat is worn [[strikethrough]] here [[/strikethrough]] all the time. Rain never scares the proud owner of a plug hat. When wearing my silk hat, most gentlemanly and dignified I must look, for police-men