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on a lively conversation in French, the daughter inter- 

 preting, and in conclusion, after assuring them that I 

 was a harmless person, very tired and hungry, they 

 decided, if the clergyman of the place thought it safe, 

 that I might stay with them. The dominie was called, 

 looked me over a few minutes, cross-questioned me, 

 and approved. 



My room that night was unique in more ways than 

 one and would have been punishment enough for 

 Jesse James himself. 



When I retired I detected a strong odor in the room 

 and found it due to a collection of sabots, or wooden 

 shoes, seemingly centuries old, which were arranged in 

 a row under my bed. What to do with them was a 

 question, as, under the circumstances, I did not think it 

 best to tamper with the feelings of my host and host- 

 ess. As my room was on the ground floor, I decided 

 to place the sabots carefully outside under the window 

 and take them in in the morning before the family was 

 up. Unfortunately it rained and I overslept, so the 

 shoes were discovered full of water before I appeared. 

 However, nothing was said and I ate my breakfast 

 in peace, the good people probably thanking their 

 stars that they and their house had not been robbed. 



Before leaving in the morning the La Salle County 

 Press was handed me by Miss Croisant, in which I 

 read the following flattering notice of my lecture in 

 that city and which in some measure compensated for 

 my unpleasant reception at Hollowayville : 



** We have not often met with a more agreeable and pleasant gentle- 

 man than Captain Willard Glazier, who entertained a very respect- 

 *l)le number of our citizens at Opera Hall on Saturday evening by 

 delivering a lecture on ' Echoes from the Revolution.' The captain 



