"Well, Sam leant back an' ciphered et out, an' cudn' see the sense
o't. 'But,' says he, 'when you'm in Turkey you do as the Turkeys do,
'cordin' to the proverb, so I guess 'tes all right; an' ef et 'pears
wrong, 'tes on'y that I bain't used to travellin' wi' corpses;' an'
wi' that he settles down an' goes to sleep.
"He hadn' been long sleepin' when the train pulls up agen, an' arter
a minnit in comes anuther chap wi' a tellygram.
"'Deceased?' axes the chap, pointin' to the chest.
"'Mod'rately,' says Sam.
"'Wants berryin' p'raps?' says the chap.
"'I reckon he'll hold on a bit longer.'
"'Next parish, likely?'
"'Why, iss,' says Sam, 'or next arter that.'
"'Ah, what et es to be rich!' says the man, kind o' envious-like.
"'What do 'ee mean by that?' Sam axes.
"'Niver mind,' answers the man. ''Twarn't no bus'ness o' mines.
Wud 'ee kindly hand me the fees for this parish?'
"Well, Sam argeys the matter agen, but i' the end he pays up:
'Tho',' says he, 'I'd a notion travellin' were costly afore this, but
darn me! you've got to be dead afore you sizes et. I've heerd as a
man can't take nuthin' out o' this world, but blest ef I iver got the
grip o' that tex' till I travelled i' Spain.'
"Well, sir, purty soon the same thing happened agen, an', to shorten
the yarn, ivery time they got into a new parish an' pulled up,
in walked a chap wi' a tellygram an' axed for berryin'-fees.
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