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Finally he straightened up and , blowing his nose as it were a trumpet , said : `` Wa'al , the cirkis fin ` ly come to an end , an ' the crowd hustled to git out 's if they was afraid the tent 'd come down on 'em . I got kind o ' mixed up in 'em , an ' somebody tried to git my tin pail , or I thought he did , an ' the upshot was that I lost sight o ' Billy P. , an ' could n't make out to ketch a glimpse of him nowhere . An ' _ then _ I kind o ' come down to earth , kerchug ! It was five o'clock , an ' I had better 'n four mile to walk -- mostly up hill -- an ' if I knowed anything ` bout the old man , an ' I thought I _ did _ , I had the all-firedist lickin ' ahead of me ' t I 'd ever got , an ' that was sayin ' a good deal . But , boy 's I was , I had grit enough to allow ' t was wuth it , an ' off I put . '' `` Did he lick ye much ? '' inqured Mrs. Cullom anxiously .