. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . ndow, and making faces at me;then the head seemed a water-melon withgreen eyes; and then it turned into a fowl-ing-piece, and while I was trying to lookdown its throat, it exploded and scatteredmy brains to the four winds! Here my visionended, and with it all remembrance. I fellinto a fever, and did not recover my sensesfor two weeks. When mv consciousness returned, I found V myself attended by a man of the village,named Raymond, a brother of the minister,and whom I had long known. He wassitting by my bedside, with
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . ndow, and making faces at me;then the head seemed a water-melon withgreen eyes; and then it turned into a fowl-ing-piece, and while I was trying to lookdown its throat, it exploded and scatteredmy brains to the four winds! Here my visionended, and with it all remembrance. I fellinto a fever, and did not recover my sensesfor two weeks. When mv consciousness returned, I found V myself attended by a man of the village,named Raymond, a brother of the minister,and whom I had long known. He wassitting by my bedside, with a book in hishand; but as I opened my eyes, I noticedthat, while he seemed to be reading, hiseyes were fixed on me with an anxious in- ILLNESS. 53 terest. In a moment after be spoke. Areyou better, Robert? said be, in a tone oftenderness. I attempted to reply, but mytongue refused to move. Raymond saw mydifficulty, and coming to the bedside, toldme to remain quiet. You have been ill/said he, very ill, but you are better. Yourlife depends upon your being kept perfectlyquiet/. Thus admonished, I closed my eyes, andsoon fell asleep. The next day I was muchbetter, and entered into some conversationwith Raymond, who I then found had beenmy regular attendant. The surgeon soonafter came, and pronounced me out ofdanger, You are better, my young friend, 5§ 64 WIT BOUGHT. said he; I think you are safe; but thisgetting salted like a herring, and tumblingoff pear trees at midnight, is an awkwardbusiness, and cannot be often repeated withimpunity/ This latter remark being utteredwith a significant smile, recalled to my mindthe occasion of my sickness, and a suddenblush of shame covered my face. Raymondnoticed my confusion, and by some remarkimmediately diverted my attention to anothertopic. In a few days I was able to sit up in mybed, and was nearly free from pain. Myarm, however, was still useless, and I was infact, very feeble. I could talk with Raymond,however, and as his conversation
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