Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . pect was not so bad. The house waswell provisioned at least; as tidy as could be ex-pected under the circumstances; and, besides,the most delicate olfactories could not have de-tected the slightest smell of any kind, exceptdried codfish : but if folks are squeamish on thisor other subjects, they had better stay at home,and be content to do their traveling throughHarpers Magazine. As no one appeared to re-ceive us, Dick thumped upon the glass case thatcontained the fancy goods, jewelry, and ginger-cakes, and forthwith from a side d
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . pect was not so bad. The house waswell provisioned at least; as tidy as could be ex-pected under the circumstances; and, besides,the most delicate olfactories could not have de-tected the slightest smell of any kind, exceptdried codfish : but if folks are squeamish on thisor other subjects, they had better stay at home,and be content to do their traveling throughHarpers Magazine. As no one appeared to re-ceive us, Dick thumped upon the glass case thatcontained the fancy goods, jewelry, and ginger-cakes, and forthwith from a side door entered alittle old woman with a mothery vinegar aspect,who saluted us sharply with, Well, what have ye got to sell? Nothing at all, replied Dick, depositingupon a chair the knapsack which contained ourbaggage. Then, quoth she, take your traps andtramp. Madam, said I, with mildness, yet assum-ing some dignity of manner, we are strangerswho have come a-pleasuring to this famous place,and have been informed that you could enter-tain us for the day, MOTIIEB OABY. 748 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Oh, thats it, is it? Thats quite anotherthing. Set down, Sirs, and rest yourselves, andwell see what we can do for you. The old woman looked mollified; but to re-move the disadvantageous impression that wewere pedestrians, I continued, Our horse and carriage. Madam, has beenattended to by your husband. My husband! exclaimed Mother husband? Madam, I allude to the lame gentlemanwho took our horse and promised to have himfed. Our hostess stood for a moment speechless, asif undecided whether she should put me to deatha la basilisk, or annihilate me with a packageof codfish which lay near at hand. At lengthshe shrieked out, like an angered sea-gull, My husband, did you say? gentle/nan, didyou call him ?—that creature that I hired fromthe alms-house to attend to peoples horses! Iguess your eye-sight is not very good. Sir, oryou must be strangers in this country. I amMist
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