CHAPTER X. 



One day our hostess dimly saw the bottom of the Hour 

 barrel. Fuller's slecds, having a vouehed-for record of 

 three and a hall' miles an hour, were harnessed up, and 

 " Jimmy," the Irish lad, was ;-iven the ribbons and a 

 leugiliy ineinorandiim, with orders to proceed in Malone 

 with all dispatch Iliat day, and to rel urn the next with edibles 

 and edibles. The Editor, mindful of his sanctum, and with 

 visions before hi^ eyes of the irate subscriber who should 

 demand that his paper be topped if the editors were all 

 going a tishiim. sei/rd this opportunity and departed from 

 the wilderness. 



1 remained. 1 hail had a little controversy with my doc 



tor who ordered me out of town and into the woods. I 

 had been informed ihal 1 posseted " vocal chords, " and 

 that a month in the . \dirondacks would restore their wonted, 

 harmonioib vibrations. If you have " vocal chords, " it is 

 best tn MV! ,-io! ,,f il,,. m . <,r, as I did, ^o a fisliin- and forget 

 them for irood and all. However, as the Editor departed, 

 1 put on metaphorical widow's weeds for the space of an 

 entire day and then warmed over my affections and fixed 

 them firmly upon a \ ouii^e:- and a handsomer, the Young 

 .Man from KrooUlyn. 



"I'hc days \\ent on \vith |iiiet loim^inir on the ^rass under 

 i he pine trees in front of the house, the pretty lake in full 



