. The young Nimrods in North America : a book for boys . DOCTOR BROWN. king who lives in an atmosphere ofMajesty,so that it is quite in the course of things for him to regard his existence as a matter of divine right. • So much for the doctor,1 Joe continued. Did you see a iollv. «/ if «/ smiling, English-looking man theycalled Judge? Yes, he came in just before weleft. We heard somebody call himJudge, and that is all. I can tell you a ftinny storyabout him, said Joe. He is likedby everybody for his invariable good-humor, and is famous for an occa-sional practical joke at the expenseof his nei
. The young Nimrods in North America : a book for boys . DOCTOR BROWN. king who lives in an atmosphere ofMajesty,so that it is quite in the course of things for him to regard his existence as a matter of divine right. • So much for the doctor,1 Joe continued. Did you see a iollv. «/ if «/ smiling, English-looking man theycalled Judge? Yes, he came in just before weleft. We heard somebody call himJudge, and that is all. I can tell you a ftinny storyabout him, said Joe. He is likedby everybody for his invariable good-humor, and is famous for an occa-sional practical joke at the expenseof his neighbors. Three or four winters ago therewas an unusual number of idlerswho used to sit around the stove THE YOUNG in the store, and they made so close a circle that it was not easy to getinto it to get warm. The store-keeper and clerk found them taking uptoo much room, and one day they entered into a conspiracy with theJudge to give the boys a raise, as he expressed it. It was a cold, frosty morning, with a light snow that had fallen dur-ing the night. The Judge came into the store and approached the circle, but no one moved to make roomfor him. There was a little spacedirectly in front of the door of thestove, and the Judge took his placethere and opened the door so thatmore heat would come into theroom. Fine morning for rabbit shoot-ing, Judge, the clerk remarked. Yes, the Judge answered ; Iam just going out to try the rabbitswith the Colonel. Saying this, he took a powdercanister from his pocket and un-screwed the top. Pouring a tea-spoonful of powder into the palm of his hand, he looked at it a moment,commenting on its quality, and then threw it on the fire. The explosion caused most of the s
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