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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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my natural with the Torquay-Helfast. Nowtheres a car! Sells at five thousand two hundred yes,and the limousine runs up to eight and nine. Grand colorsand upholstery and motor - say, that engines built like awatch, and all the power in the world. Do you know Idrove a Torquay at eighty miles an hour once? Well, Iwasnt exactly driving, but I was along with a fellow thatdid. And theres a corking bunch at the agency here —manager is a prince—waitll you meet em! Oh, youre going to have one great time here, Mrs. Paulibus Ban-ningski! Feel a little better about me now?Oh, Im terribly ashamed! // SHE had enjoyed the comfort of his car; she had, for allher worries about expense, enjoyed the lavish hotels.But she did not enjoy the chunky steamer and their state-room with shelves for beds. She was the inlander, the hillbilly, used to dry air and solid surroundings, and as theyslipped from the security of the dock into a blind world offog, as she caught the slippery smell of mist, salt water,
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It Means Ill Never be Able to Hold Up My HeadBefore Decent Folks Again, But Whats a LittleThing Like That? rusty iron and dead fish, she was faintly alarmed. It was,she fretted, a wretched little boat, and the puffy captaindidnt seem competent to get them through this wall ofnothingness, past those other boats which she could hear—but menacingly not see—with their angry Zh-h-h-h!their wailing Wha-n-n-n! She hid it; she crawled along the slippery deck, armabout Pauls waist, and tried to join in his boisterous sing-ing of Smile, Smile, Smile. Supper was a trial. TheOpodnock served a district between the James River andthe Potomac which was untouched by railroads. Smalltraveling salesmen, fishermen and storekeepers who hadgone to Baltimore on business lined the table and gobbledin silence. They ignored her, and in her brisk friendly littlelife she had never been ignored. Not till they had finished,grunted, pushed away their plates and produced tooth-picks did they begin to talk, and

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