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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

Evidently it had a healthy appetite. The conclusion
was slowly dawning upon me that I had made a fool of myself, when
the man who had bid $18 came by and saw me sitting there. He stopped
to ask what was the matter, and I told him frankly. He roared and
gave me $18 for the beast. I was glad enough to give it up. I never
owned a horse before or since, and I had that less than fifteen
minutes; but it was the longest quarter of an hour since I worked
in the coal-mine.
The flat-iron did not go in Pittsburg. It was too cheap. During a
brief interval I peddled campaign books, but shortly found a more
expensive iron, and had five counties in western Pennsylvania
allotted to me as territory. There followed a winter of great
business. Before it was half over I had achieved a bank account,
though how I managed it is a mystery to me till this day. Simple
as the reckoning of my daily trade ought to be, by no chance could
I ever make it foot up as it should. I tried honestly every night,
but the receipts would never square with the expenditures, do what
I might.


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