CHAPTER X. 



One day our hostess dimly saw the bottom of the tlour 

 Ijarrel. Fuller's steeds, — having a vouched-for record of 

 three and a hnlT miles an hour, — were harnessed up, and 

 " Jimmy," the Irisii lad, was given the ribbons and a 

 lengthy memorandum, with orders to proceed to JMalone 

 with all dispatch that day, and to return the next witli edibles 

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

 visions before his ej^es of the irate subscriber who should 

 demand that his paper be stopped if the editors were ail 

 going a-tishing, seized this opportunity and dei)arted from 

 the wilderness. 



1 remained. I luid had a little controversy with my doc- 

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

 had been informed that I possessed " vocal chords, " — and 

 that a month in the Adirondacks would restore their wonted, 

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

 best to get rid of them, or, as I did, go a-fishing and forget 

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

 I 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 younger and a handsomer, — the Young- 

 Man from Brooklyn. 



The days went on with quiet lounging on the grass under 

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



