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The boat wuz rigged out to look like a swan with its wings a cominā€™ up each side of the boy. And down on the water, a sailinā€™ along closely and silently wuz another swan, a shadow swan, a follerinā€™ it right along. It wuz a fair seen.

And Josiah sez to me, ā€œHe should ride that boat before he left Saratoga; he said that wuz a undertakinā€™ that a man might be proud to accomplish.ā€

Sez I, ā€œJosiah Allen, donā€™t you do anything of the kind.ā€

ā€œI must, Samantha,ā€ sez he. And then he got all animated about fixinā€™ up a boat like it at home. Sez he, ā€œDonā€™t you think it would be splendid to have one on the canal jest beyond the orchard?ā€ And sez he, ā€œMebby, beinā€™ on a farm, it would be more appropriate to have a big goose sculptured out on it; donā€™t you think so?ā€

Sez I, ā€œYes, it would be fur more appropriate, and a goose a ridinā€™ on it. But,ā€ sez I, ā€œyou will never go into that undertakinā€™ with my consent, Josiah Allen.ā€

ā€œWhy,ā€ sez he, ā€œit would be a beautiful recreation; so uneek.ā€

But at that minute Miss Flamm gin the order to turn round and start for the Moon, or that is how I understood her, and I whispered to Josiah and sez, ā€œShe means to go in the buggy, for the landā€™s sake!ā€

And Josiah sez, ā€œWall, I haint a goinā€™ and you haint. I wonā€™t let you go into anythinā€™ so dangerus. She will probably drive into a baloon before long, and go up in that way, but jest before she drives in, you and I will get out, Samantha, if we have to walk back.ā€

ā€œI never heard of anybody goinā€™ up in a baloon with two horses and a buggy,ā€ sez I.

ā€œWall, new things are a happeninā€™ all the time, Samantha. And I heard a feller a talkinā€™ about it yesterday. You know they are a havinā€™ the big political convention here, and he said, (he wuz a real cute chap too,) he said, ā€˜if the wind wasted in that convention could be utilized by pipes goinā€™ up out of the ruff of that buildinā€™ where it is held,ā€™ he said, ā€˜it would take a man up to the moon.ā€™ I heerd him say it. And now, who knows but they have got it all fixed. There wuz dretful windy speeches there this morninā€™. I hearn ā€™em, and Iā€™ll bet that is her idee, of beinā€™ the first one to try it; she is so fashionable. But I haint a goinā€™ up in no sech a way.ā€

ā€œNo,ā€ sez I. ā€œNor I nuther. It would be fur from my wishes to be carried up to the skies on the wind of a political convention. ā€œThough,ā€ sez I reasonably, ā€œI haint a doubt that there wuz sights, and sights of it used there.ā€

But jest at this minute Miss Flamm got through talkinā€™ with her relatives about the road, and settled down to caressinā€™ the dog agā€™in, and Josiah hadnā€™t time to remark any further, only to say, ā€œWatch me, Samantha, and when I say jump, jump.ā€

And then we sot still but watchful. And Miss Flamm kissed the dog several times and pressed him to her heart that throbbed full of such a boundless love for him. And he lifted his head and snapped at a fly, and barked at my companion with a renewed energy, and showed his intellect and delightful qualities in sech remarkable ways, that filled Miss Flammā€™s soul deep with a proud joy in him. And then he went to sleep a layin, down in her lap, a mashinā€™ down the delicate lace and embroidery and beads. He had been a eating the beads, I see him gnaw off more than two dozen of ā€™em, and I called her attention to it, but she said, ā€œThe dear little darlinā€™ had to have some such recreation.ā€ And she let him go on with it, a mowinā€™ ā€™em down, as long as he seemed to have a appetite for ā€™em. And agā€™in she called him ā€œangel.ā€ The idee of a angel a gnawinā€™ off beads and a yelpinā€™!

And I asked her, and I couldnā€™t help it. How her baby wuz that afternoon, and if she ever took it out to drive?

And she said she didnā€™t really know how it wuz this afternoon; it wuznā€™t very well in the morninā€™. The nurse had it out somewhere, she didnā€™t really know just where. And she said, no, she didnā€™t take it out with her at allā€”fur she didnā€™t feel equal to the care of it, in this hot weather.

Miss Flamm haint very well I could see that. The care of that dog is jest a killinā€™ her, a carryinā€™ it round with her all the time daytimes, and a beinā€™ up with it so much nights. She said it had a dretful chill the night before, and she had to get up to warm blankets to put round it; ā€œits nerves wuz so weak,ā€ she said, ā€œand it wuz so sensative that she could not trust it to a nurse.ā€ She has a hard time of it; there haint a doubt of it.

Wall, it wuz anon, or jest about anon, that Miss Flamm turned to me and sez, ā€œMoonā€™s is one of the pleasantest places on the lake. I want you to see it; folks drive out there a sight from Saratoga.ā€

And then I looked at Josiah, and Josiah looked at me, and peace and happiness settled down agā€™in onto our hearts.

Wall, we got there considerably before anon and we found that Moonā€™s insted of beinā€™ up in another planet wuz a big, long sort a low buildinā€™ settled right down onto this old earth, with a immense piazza stretchinā€™ along the side onā€™t.

And Miss Flamm and Josiah and me disembarked from the carriage right onto the end of it. But the dog and her relatives stayed back in the buggy and Josiah spoke bitterly to me agā€™in but low, ā€œThey think it would hurt ā€™em to associate with me a little, dumb ā€™m; but I am jest as good as they be any day of the week, if I haint dressed up so fancy.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s so,ā€ sez I, whisperinā€™ back to him, ā€œand donā€™t let it worry you a mite. Donā€™t try to act like Haman,ā€ sez I. ā€œYou are havinā€™ lots of the good things of this world, and are goinā€™ to have some fried potatoes. Donā€™t let them two Mordecais at the gate, poison all your happiness, or you may get come up with jest as Haman wuz.ā€

ā€œIā€™d love to hangā€™em,ā€ sez he, ā€œas high as Hamanā€™s gallows would let ā€™em hang.ā€

ā€œWhy,ā€ sez I, ā€œthey haint injured you in any way. They seem to eat like perfect gentlemen. A little too exclusive and aristocratic, mebby, but they haint done nothinā€™ to you.ā€

ā€œNo,ā€ sez he, ā€œthat is the stick on it, here we be, three men with a lot of wimmen. And they canā€™t associate with me as man with man, but set off by themselves too dumb proud to say a word to me, that is the dumb of it.ā€

But at this very minute, before I could rebuke him for his feerful profanity, Miss Flamm motioned to us to come and take a seat round a little table, and consequently we sot.

It was a long broad piazza with sights and sights of folks on it a settinā€™ round little tables like ourā€™n, and all a lookinā€™ happy, and a laughinā€™, and a talkinā€™ and a drinkinā€™ different drinks, sech as lemonade, etc., and eatinā€™ fried potatoes and sech.

And out in the road by which we had come, wuz sights and sights of vehicles and conveyances of all kinds from big Tally Ho coaches with four horses on ā€™em, down to a little two wheeled buggy. The road wuz full onā€™em.

In front of us, down at the bottom of a steep though beautiful hill, lay stretched out the clear blue waters of the lake. Smooth and tranquil it looked in the light of that pleasant afternoon, and fur off, over the shininā€™ waves, lay the island. And white-sailed boats wuz a sailinā€™ slowly by, and the shadow of their white sails lay down in the water a floatinā€™ on by the side of the boats, lookinā€™ some like the wings of that white dove that used to watch over Lake Saratoga.

And as I looked down on the peaceful seen, the feelinā€™s I had down in the wild wood, back of the Gizer Spring come back to me. The waves rolled in softly from fur off, fur off, bringinā€™ a greetinā€™ to me unbeknown to anybody, unbeknown to me. It come into my heart unbidden, unsought, from afur, afur.

Where did it come from that news of lands more beautiful than any that lay round Mr. Moonsā€™es, beautiful as it wuz.

Echoes of music sweeter fur than wuz a soundinā€™ from the band down by the shore, music heard by some finer sense than heard that, heavenly sweet, heavenly sad, throbbinā€™ through the remoteness of that country, through the nearness of it, and fillinā€™ my eyes with tears. Not sad tears, not happy ones, but tears that come only to them that shet their eyes and behold the country, and love it. The waves softly lappinā€™ the shore brought a message to me; my soul hearn it. Who sent it? And where, and when, and why?

Not a trace of these emotions could be read on my countenance as I sot there calmly a eatinā€™ fried potatoes. And they did go beyond anything I ever see in the line of potatoes, and I thought I could fry potatoes with any one: Yes, such wuz my feelinā€™s when I sot out for Mr. Moonsā€™es. But I went back a thinkinā€™ that potatoes had never been fried by me, sech is the power of a grand achievment over a inferior one, and so easy is the sails taken down out of the swellinā€™ barge of egotism.

No, them potatoes you could carry in your pocket for weeks right by the side of the finest lace, and the lace would be improved by the purity of ā€™em. Fried potatoes in that condition, you could eat ā€™em with the lightest silk gloves one and the tips of the fingers would be improved by ā€™em; fried potatoes, jest think onā€™t!

Wall, we had some lemonade too, and if youā€™ll believe it,ā€”I donā€™t sā€™pose you will but it is the truth,ā€”there wuz straws in them glasses too. But you may as well believe it for I tell the truth at all times, and if I wuz a goinā€™ to lie, I wouldnā€™t lie about lemons. And then Iā€™ve always noticed it, that if things git to happeninā€™ to you, lots of things jest like it will happen. That made twice in one week or so, that I had found straws in my tumbler. But then I have had company three days a runninā€™, rainy days too sometimes. It haint nothinā€™ to wonder at too much. Any way it is the truth.

Wall, we drinked our lemonade, I a quietly takinā€™ out the straws and droppinā€™ ā€™em on the floor at my side in a quiet ladylike manner, and Josiah, a beinā€™ wunk at by me, doinā€™ the same thing.

And anon, our carriage drove up to the end of the piazza agin and we sot sail homewards. And the dog barked at Josiah almost every step of the way back, and when we got to our boardinā€™ place, Miss Flamm shook hands with us both, and her relatives never took a mite of notice of us, further than to jump down and open the carriage door for us as we got out. (They are genteel in their manners, and Josiah had to admit that they wuz, much as his feelinā€™s wuz hurt by their haughtiness towards him.)

And then the dog, and Miss Flamm and Miss Flammā€™s relatives drove off.

Chapter XI.
VISIT TO THE INDIAN ENCAMPMENT.

It wuz a fair sunshiny morninā€™ (and it duz seem to me that the fairness of a Saratoga morninā€™ seems fairer, and the sunshine more sunshiny than it duz anywhere else), that Josiah and Ardelia and me sot sail for the Indian Encampment, which wuz encamped on a little rise of ground to the eastward of where we wuz.

Ardelia wuz to come to our boardinā€™ place at halfpast 9 A. M., forenoon, and we wuz to set out together from there. And punctual to the very half minute I wuz down on the piazza, with my mantilly hung over my arm and my umberel in my left hand. Josiah Allen was on the right side on me. And

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