The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark TWAIN

Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras mark twain adventureThe Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark TWAIN. It -was one of --Twain's earliest --writings, and helped establish his -reputation as a humorist. -He eventually included-- it as the title story in -his first collection of tales.
In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from
the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and
inquired after my friend's friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to
do, and I hereunto append the result.

I have a lurking suspicion that<Leonidas W<. Smiley is a myth;and that my friend never knew such a
personage; and that he only conjectured that if I asked old Wheeler
about him, it would remind him of his infamous <Jim Smiley<, and he
would go to work and bore me to death with some exasperating
reminiscence of him as long and as tedious as it should be useless to
me. If that was the design, it succeeded.
I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the barroom stove of the
dilapidated tavern in the decayed mining camp of Angel's, and I
noticed that he was fat and bald<headed, and had an expression of
winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance. He
roused up, and gave me good<day. I told him a friend had commissioned
me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood
named <Leonidas W<. Smiley<<<Rev. Leonidas W.< Smiley, a young
minister of the Gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of
Angel's Camp. I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me anything about
this Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, I would feel under many obligations to
him.
Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his
chair, and then sat down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which
follows this paragraph. He never smiled, he never frowned, he never
changed his voice from the gentle<flowing key to which he tuned his
initial sentence, he never betrayed the slightest suspicion of
enthusiasm; but all through the interminable narrative there ran a
vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity, which showed me plainly
that, so far from his imagining that there was anything ridiculous or
funny about his story, he regarded it as a really important matter,
and admired its two heroes as men of transcendent genius in <finesse<.
I let him go on in his own way, and never interrupted him once.
"Rev. Leonidas W. H'm, Reverend Le<<well, there was a feller here once
by the name of <Jim< Smiley, in the winter of '49<<or may be it was
the spring of '50<<I don't recollect exactly, somehow, though what
makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big
flume warn't finished when he first came to the camp; but any way, he
was the curiousest man about always betting on anything that turned up
you ever see, if he could get

Author: 
Mark Twain