. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . THE PERISTYLE. The horses having drank at the watering-trough, the liveried coachman, orcharioteer, drove them toward the door, exclaiming, Whoa ! in an imperialtone, as a footman alighted, in a glory of shining buttons. The door of the chariot was opened, and another wonder appeared in theshape of an old man in a cocked hat, cape-cloak, and knee-buckles, carrying agold-headed cane. He rose up from under a kind of canopy, and said in aterrific tone: —. THE FOLK-LORE SOCIETYS QUEER STORIES. 6j Where s the blacksmit
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . THE PERISTYLE. The horses having drank at the watering-trough, the liveried coachman, orcharioteer, drove them toward the door, exclaiming, Whoa ! in an imperialtone, as a footman alighted, in a glory of shining buttons. The door of the chariot was opened, and another wonder appeared in theshape of an old man in a cocked hat, cape-cloak, and knee-buckles, carrying agold-headed cane. He rose up from under a kind of canopy, and said in aterrific tone: —. THE FOLK-LORE SOCIETYS QUEER STORIES. 6j Where s the blacksmith ? The word where rasped the very air. Ah, ah — I see, — Lord Dexter, stammered Blingo. You do me greathonor. How can I serve you? What can I do for you? The old man turned to his coachman, and said, laconically, — You talk with him. One of the horses has cast a shoe, said the coachman. The blacksmith at once examined the foot of the horse, — a matter in whichTommy Topp took little interest, as that was a common affair. The boys eyeswere riveted on the infirm but pompous old man, as he hobbled about with theaid of his gold-headed cane. The strange restlessness of his eyes would have excited the curiosity of anyone, and seemed to fascinate Tommy, whose life had been uneventful, but whohad a very lively imagination. The old man took a few turns under the trees, through which the sunlightwas sifting that bright, mellow afternoon. Then he turned suddenly andexclaimed in a tone of command, — Plummer, get out. Another
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