 | Paul Stought May 29 |
| the tears from his bruised eyes. | dhu tirz frum hiz broozd iez. | | "Poor little shaver," he murmured. "And you're just as badly licked now. You're beaten to a pulp. You're down and out." | "Paur litul shaevur," hy murmurd, "And ue'r just az badly likd nou. Ue'r bytun too u pulp. Ue'r doun and out." | | But the vision of that first fight still lingered under his eyelids, and as he watched he saw it dissolve and reshape into the series of fights which had followed. Six months later Cheese-Face (that was the boy) had whipped him again. But he had blacked Cheese-Face's eye that time. That was going some. He saw them all, fight after fight, himself always whipped and Cheese-Face exulting over him. But he had never run away. He felt strengthened by the memory of that. He had always stayed and taken his medicine. Cheese-Face had been a little fiend at fighting, and had never once shown mercy to him. But he had stayed! He had stayed with it! | But dhu vizhun uv dhat furst fiet stil linggurd undur hiz ielidz, and az hy wochd hy sau it dizaulv and ryshaep intoo dhu siryz uv fiets which had foloed. Siks munths laetur Chyz-Faes (dhat wuz dhu boi) had whipd him ugen. But hy had blakd Chyz-faes'z ie dhat tiem. Dhat wuz go.ing sum. Hy sau dhem aul, fiet aftur fiet, himself aulwaez whipd and Chyz-Faes egzulting oevur him. But hy had nevur run uwae. Hy felt strengthund bie dhu memury uv dhat. Hy had aulwaez staed and taekun hiz medusun. Chyz-Faes had bin u litul fynd at fieting, and had nevur wuns shoen mursy too him. But hy had staed with it! | | Next, he saw a narrow alley, between ramshackle frame buildings. The end of the alley was blocked by a one-story brick building, out of which issued the rhythmic thunder of the presses, running off the first edition of the Enquirer. He was eleven, and Cheese-Face was thirteen, and they both carried the Enquirer. That was why they were there, waiting for their papers. And, of course, Cheese-Face had picked on him again, and there was another fight that was indeterminate, because at quarter to four the door of the press-room was thrown open and the gang of boys crowded in to fold their papers. | Nekst, hy sau u naroe aly, bitwyn ramshakul fraem bildingz. Dhy end uv dhy aly wuz blokd bie u wun-staury brik bilding, out uv which ishood dhu ridhmik thundur uv dhu presuz, runing of dhu furst udishun uv dhy Inkwierur. Hy wuz ilevun, and Chyz-Faes wuz thurtyn, and dhae boeth karyd dhy Inkwierur. Dhat wuz whie dhae wur dher, waeting faur dher paepurz. And, uv kaurs, Chyz-Faes had pikd on him ugen, and dher wuz unudhur fiet dhat wuz inditurmunut, bikauz at kwaurtur too faur dhu daur uv dhu pres-room wuz throen oepun and dhu gang uv boiz kroudud in too foeld dher paepurz. | | "I'll lick you to-morrow," he heard Cheese-Face promise; and he heard his own voice, piping and trembling with unshed tears, agreeing to be there on the morrow. | "Ie'l lik ue tumoroe," hy hurd Chyz-Faes promus; and hy hurd hiz oen vois, pieping and trembuling with unshed tirz, ugrying too by dher on dhu moroe. | | And he had come there the next day, hurrying from school to be there first, and beating Cheese-Face by two minutes. The other boys said he was all right, and gave him advice, pointing out his faults as a scrapper and promising him | And hy had kum dher dhu nekst dae, hurying frum skool too by dher furst, and byting Chyz-Faes bie too minuts. Dhy udhur boiz sed hy wuz aul riet, and gaev him udvies, pointing out hiz faults az u skrapur and promusing him | | 145a | 145a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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