1 One morning I happened to turn over the salt-cellar at breakfast.
2 He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning.
3 When I got down stairs in the morning the parlor was shut up, and the watchers was gone.
4 Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring up some way.
5 Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep.
6 That we better glide out of this before three in the morning, and clip it down the river with what we've got.
7 We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or didn't go to bed early enough in the evening.
8 About broad day in the morning the king and the duke come up in the garret and woke me up, and I see by their look that there was trouble.
9 So next morning he got some big sheets of wrapping paper and some black paint, and drawed off some handbills, and stuck them up all over the village.
10 You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with 'em on the ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left.'
11 Then it was most daylight and everybody went to bed, and I went to bed with Buck, and when I waked up in the morning, drat it all, I had forgot what my name was.
12 When him and the old lady come down in the morning all the family got up out of their chairs and give them good-day, and didn't set down again till they had set down.
13 And he said if a man owned a beehive and that man died, the bees must be told about it before sun-up next morning, or else the bees would all weaken down and quit work and die.
14 And then waltzed in and cussed himself awhile, and said it all come of him not laying late and taking his natural rest that morning, and he'd be blamed if he'd ever do it again.
15 He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he'd come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there.
16 WELL, I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss Watson on account of my clothes; but the widow she didn't scold, but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would behave awhile if I could.
17 He said he would split open a raw Irish potato and stick the quarter in between and keep it there all night, and next morning you couldn't see no brass, and it wouldn't feel greasy no more, and so anybody in town would take it in a minute, let alone a hair-ball.
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