Harris Dickson, on a hunting trip in Sunflower County, Mississippi, met
an old darky who had never seen a circus in his life. When the Big Show
came in the following season to Dickson's town of Vicksburg he sent for
the old man and treated him to the whole thing--arrival of the trains,
putting up the tents, grand free street parade, menagerie, main
performance, concert, side show, peanuts, red lemonade, and all.
The old darky followed his white patron through with popping eyes, but
saying never a word. Late in the afternoon they got back to the Dickson
home.
"John," said Dickson, "you enjoyed it?"
"Boss," said John fervently. "Ah shore did!"
"What did you like the most?"
"Mistah Dickson," answered John, "Ah shore laked hit all."
"Well, what impressed you most?"
"Well, suh, boss," he said, "Ah reckin hit waz dat dere animul you calls
de camuel."
"The camel, eh? Well, what was so remarkable about the camel?"
"He suttinly is got such a noble smell!"