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NO matter what kind of a procession paraded the streets of Gentryville, / one unique tailpiece always brought up the rear. As the music of the / band died away in the distance, and the pomp of the pageant dwindled / down to the last straggling end, necks about to be relieved of their / long tension invariably turned for one more look. It was then that old / Gid Wiggan drove by in his Wild-cat Liniment wagon, as unfailing as the / Z that ends the alphabet.
Lank and stoop-shouldered, with a long, thin beard that reached his lap, / and a high, bell-crowned hat pulled down to meet his flabby, protruding / ears, he of himself was enough to provoke a laugh; but added to this he / bore aloft on a pole the insignia that proclaimed his calling. It was a / stuffed wild-cat, shelf-worn and weather-beaten, glaring with primeval / fierceness with its one glass eye, and wearing a ridiculously meek / expression on the side that had been bereft.