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Title: The century illustrated monthly magazine
Year: 1882 (1880s)
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Subjects: American literature
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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The iron tower and the gorgeous bed-quiltcame cumbrously but gracefully pirouettingdown the lists, and we tripped lightly up tomeet them. We halted; the tower saluted, Iresponded; then we wheeled and rode side byside to the grand stand and faced our king andGuenevere, to whom we made obeisance. Thequeen exclaimed : Alack, Sir Boss, wilt fight naked, and with-out lance or sword or — But the king checked her and made herunderstand, with a polite phrase or two, thatthis was none of her business. The bugles rangagain, and we separated and rode to the endsof the lists, and took position. Now old Mer-lin stepped into view and cast a dainty webof gossamer threads over Sir Sagramour whichturned him into Hamlets ghost; the kingmade a sign, the bugles blew, Sir Sagramourlaid his great lance in rest, and the next mo-ment here he came thundering down the coursewith his veil flying out behind, and I wentwhistling through the air like an arrow to meet 8o A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN XING ARTHURS COURT
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GREAT SCOTT THERE WAS A SENSATION. him, cocking my ear, the while, as if notingthe invisible knights position and progress byhearing, not sight. A chorus of encouragingshouts burst out for him, and one brave voiceflung out a heartening word for me — said: Go it, slim Jim ! It was an even bet that Clarence had pro-cured that favor forme—and furnished the lan-guage too. When that formidable lance-pointwas within a yard and a half of my breast, Itwitched my horse aside without an effort andthe big knight swept by, scoring a blank. Igot plenty of applause that time. We turned,braced up, and down we came again. Anotherblank for the knight, a roar of applause forme. This same thing was repeated once more;and it fetched such a whirlwind of applausethat Sir Sagramour lost his temper, and at oncechanged his tactics and set himself the task ofchasing me down. Why, he had nt any showin the world at that; it was a game of tag,with all the advantage on my side. I whirledout of his path with ea

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