Japhet, In Search Of A Father Part 1 - Frederick Marryat (polar express read aloud .txt) 📗
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That Wisdom May Cry In The Streets Without Being Noticed, Yet Folly Will
Always Command A Crowd."
During This Address I Turned My Eyes Upon The Speaker. He Was An
Elderly-Looking Person, With White Hair, Dressed In a Suit Of Black,
Ruffles And Frill. His Eyes Were Brilliant, But The Remainder Of His
Face It Was Difficult To Decipher, As It Was Evidently Painted, And The
Night'S Jumbling In The Wagon Had So Smeared It, That It Appeared Of
Almost Every Colour In The Rainbow. On One Side Of Him Lay A Large
Three-Cornered Cocked Hat, On The Other, A Little Lump Of A Boy, Rolled
Up In The Straw Like A Marmot, And Still Sound Asleep. Timothy Looked At
Me, And When He Caught My Eye, Burst Out Into A Laugh.
"You Laugh At My Appearance, I Presume," Said The Old Man, Mildly.
"I Do In Truth," Replied Timothy. "I Never Saw One Like You Before, And
I Dare Say Never Shall Again."
"That Is Possible; Yet Probably If You Meet Me Again, You Would Not Know
Me."
"Among A Hundred Thousand," Replied Timothy, With Increased Mirth.
"We Shall See, Perhaps," Replied The Quack Doctor, For Such The Reader
Must Have Already Ascertained To Be His Profession; "But The Wagon Has
Stopped, And The Driver Will Bait His Horses. If Inclined To Eat, Now Is
Your Time. Come, Jumbo, Get Up; Philotas, Waken Him, And Follow Me."
Philotas, For So Was The Fool Styled By His Master, Twisted Up Some
Straw, And Stuffed The End Of It Into Jumbo'S Mouth. "Now, Jumbo Will
Think He Has Got Something To Eat. I Always Wake Him That Way," Observed
The Fool, Grinning At Us.
It Certainly, As Might Be Expected, Did Waken Jumbo, Who Uncoiled
Himself, Rubbed His Eyes, Stared At The Tilt Of The Wagon, Then At Us,
Part 1 Chapter 9 Pg 41And Without Saying A Word, Rolled Himself Out After The Fool. Timothy
And I Followed. We Found The Doctor Bargaining For Some Bread And Bacon,
His Strange Appearance Exciting Much Amusement, And Inducing The People
To Let Him Have A Better Bargain Than Perhaps Otherwise They Would Have
Done. He Gave A Part Of The Refreshment To The Boy And The Fool, And
Walked Out Of The Tap-Room With His Own Share. Timothy And I Went To The
Pump, And Had A Good Refreshing Wash, And Then For A Shilling Were
Permitted To Make A Very Hearty Breakfast. The Wagon Having Remained
About An Hour, The Driver Gave Us Notice Of His Departure; But The
Doctor Was No Where To Be Found. After A Little Delay, The Wagoner Drove
Off, Cursing Him For A _Bilk_, And Vowing That He'D Never Have Any More
To Do With A "Lamed Man." In The Mean Time, Timothy And I Had Taken Our
Seats In The Wagon, In company With The Fool, And Master Jumbo. We
Commenced A Conversation With The Former, And Soon Found Out, As The
Doctor Had Asserted, That He Really Was An Idiot, So Much So, That It
Was Painful To Converse With Him. As For The Latter, He Had Coiled
Himself Away To Take A Little More Sleep. I Forgot To Mention, That The
Boy Was Dressed Much In The Same Way As The Fool, In an Old Spangled
Jacket, And Dirty White Trousers. For About An Hour Timothy And I
Conversed, Remarking Upon The Strange Disappearance Of The Doctor,
Especially As He Had Given Us Hopes Of Employing Us; In accepting Which
Offer, If Ever It Should Be Made, We Had Not Made Up Our Minds, When We
Were Interrupted With A Voice Crying Out, "Hillo, My Man, Can You Give A
Chap A Lift As Far As Reading, For A Shilling?"
"Ay, Get Up, And Welcome," Replied The Wagoner.
The Wagon Did Not Stop, But In a Moment Or Two The New Passenger Climbed
In. He Was Dressed In a Clean Smock Frock, Neatly Worked Up The Front,
Leather Gaiters, And Stout Shoes; A Bundle And A Stick Were In His Hand.
He Smiled As He Looked Round Upon The Company, And Showed A Beautiful
Set Of Teeth. His Face Was Dark, And Sun-Burnt, But Very Handsome, And
His Eyes As Black As Coals, And As Brilliant As Gas. "Heh! Player
Folk--I'Ve A Notion," Said He, As He Sat Down, Looking At The Doctor'S
Attendants, And Laughing At Us. "Have You Come Far, Gentlemen?"
Continued He.
"From London," Was My Reply.
"How Do The Crops Look Up Above, For Down Here The Turnips Seem To Have
Failed Altogether? Dry Seasons Won'T Do For Turnips."
I Replied That I Really Could Not Satisfy Him On That Point, As It Was
Dark When We Passed.
"Very True--I Had Forgotten That," Replied He. "However, The Barleys
Look Well; But Perhaps You Don'T Understand Farming?"
I Replied In The Negative, And The Conversation Was Kept Up For Two Or
Three Hours, In The Course Of Which I Mentioned The Quack Doctor, And
His Strange Departure.
"That Is The Fellow Who Cured So Many People At ----," Replied He; And
The Conversation Then Turned Upon His Profession And Mode Of Life, Which
Timothy And I Agreed Must Be Very Amusing. "We Shall Meet Him Again, I
Dare Say," Replied The Man. "Would You Know Him?"
Part 1 Chapter 9 Pg 42"I Think So, Indeed," Replied Timothy, Laughing.
"Yes, And So You Would Think That You Would Know A Guinea From A
Halfpenny, If I Put It Into Your Hands," Replied The Man. "I Do Not Wish
To Lay A Bet, And Win Your Money; But I Tell You, That I Will Put Either
The One Or The Other Into Each Of Your Hands, And If You Hold It Fast
For One Minute, And Shut Your Eyes During That Time, You Will Not Be
Able To Tell Me Which It Is That You Have In It."
"That I Am Sure I Would," Replied Tim; And I Made The Same Assertion.
"Well, I Was Taken In That Way At A Fair, And Lost Ten Shillings By The
Wager; Now, We'Ll Try Whether You Can Tell Or Not." He Took Out Some
Money From His Pocket, Which He Selected Without Our Seeing It, Put A
Coin Into The Hand Of Each Of Us, Closing Our Fists Over It, "And Now,"
Said He, "Keep Your Eyes Shut For A Minute."
We Did So, And A Second Or Two Afterwards We Heard A Voice Which We
Instantly Recognised. "Nay, But It Was Wrong To Leave Me On The Way Side
Thus, Having Agreed To Pay The Sum Demanded. At My Age One Walketh Not
Without Fatigue, _Excipenda Tamen Quaedam Sunt Urbium_, As Philostratus
Says, Meaning, 'That Old Limbs Lose Their Activity, And Seek The Help Of
A Crutch.'"
"There'S The Doctor," Cried Timothy, With His Eyes Still Shut.
"Now Open Your Eyes," Said The Man, "And Tell Me, Before You Open Your
Hand, What There Is In It."
"A Halfpenny In Mine," Said Tim.
"A Guinea In Mine," Replied I.
We Opened Our Hands, And They Were _Empty_.
"Where The Devil Is It?" Exclaimed I, Looking At Tim.
"And Where The Devil'S The Doctor?" Replied He, Looking Round.
"The Money Is In The Doctor'S Pocket," Replied The Man, Smiling.
"Then Where Is The Doctor'S Pocket?"
"Here," Replied He, Slapping His Pocket, And Looking Significantly At
Us. "I Thought You Were Certain Of Knowing Him Again. About As Certain
As You Were Of Telling The Money In Your Hand."
He Then, To Our Astonishment, Imitated The Doctor'S Voice, And Quoted
_Prosody Syntax, And Latin_. Timothy And I Were Still In astonishment,
When He Continued, "If I Had Not Found Out That You Were In Want Of
Employ, And Further, That Your Services Would Be Useful To Me, I Should
Not Have Made This Discovery. Do You Now Think That You Know Enough To
Enter Into My Service? It Is Light Work, And Not Bad Pay; And Now You
May Choose."
Part 1 Chapter 9 Pg 43
"I Trust," Said I, "That There Is No Dishonesty?"
"None That You Need Practise, If You Are So Scrupulous; Perhaps Your
Scruples May Some Day Be Removed. I Make The Most Of My Wares--Every
Merchant Does The Same. I Practise Upon The Folly Of Mankind--It Is On
That, That Wise Men Live."
Timothy Gave Me A Push, And Nodded His Head For Me To Give My Consent. I
Reflected A Few Seconds, And At Last I Extended My Hand. "I Consent,"
Replied I, "With The Reservation I Have Made."
"You Will Not Repent," Said He; "And I Will Take Your Companion, Not
That I Want Him Particularly, But I Do Want You. The Fact Is, I Want A
Lad Of Gentlemanly Address, And Handsome Appearance--With The Very
Knowledge You Possess--And Now We Will Say No More For The Present.
By-The-Bye, Was That Real Latin Of Yours?"
"No," Replied I, Laughing; "You Quoted The Grammar, And I Replied With
Medical Prescriptions. One Was As Good As The Other."
"Quite--Nay, Better; For The School-Boys May Find Me Out, But Not You.
But Now Observe, When We Come To The Next Cross Road, We Must Get
Down--At Least, I Expect So; But We Shall Know In a Minute."
In About The Time He Mentioned, A Dark, Gipsy-Looking Man Looked Into
The Wagon, And Spoke To Our Acquaintance In an Unknown Language. He
Replied In The Same, And The Man Disappeared. We Continued Our Route For
About A Quarter Of An Hour, When He Got Out, Asked Us To Follow Him, And
Speaking A Few Words To The Fool, Which I Did Not Hear, Left Him And The
Boy In The Wagon. We Paid Our Fare, Took Possession Of Our Bundles, And
Followed Our New Companion For A Few Minutes On The Cross Road, When He
Stopped, And Said, "I Must Now Leave You, To Prepare For Your Reception
Into Our Fraternity; Continue Straight On This Road Until You Arrive At
A Lime-Kiln, And Wait There Till I Come."
He Sprang Over A Stile, And Took A Direction Verging At An Angle From
The Road, Forced His Way Through A Hedge, And Disappeared From Our
Sight. "Upon My Word, Timothy," Said I, "I Hardly Know What To Say To
This. Have We Done Right In Trusting To This Man, Who, I Am Afraid! Is
A Great Rogue? I Do Not Much Like Mixing With These Gipsy People, For
Such I Am Sure He Belongs To."
"I Really Do Not See How We Can Do Better," Replied Timothy. "The World
Is All Before Us,
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