'There's no audience, I perceive,' said I.

'Wal, I didn't cal'late much of anybody'd go in. They gen'ally go over
to Tyre when they want shows. Tyre's quite a town. You'd do better over
thar; 's on'y seven mile over to Tyre.'

I explained my position to the landlord at once, and threw myself on his
mercy. I told him I had no money, but would walk over to Tyre that very
evening, rather than task his hospitality longer. After making a little
money in Tyre, I would return to Sidon and settle his little bill. To
which the generous-hearted fellow responded,--

'Yas, I think likely; but ye see I'm _some_ on gettin' my pay outen
these show chaps that go round. I reckon that thar satchel o' yourn's
got the wuth o' my bill in it. I'll hold on to it till ye git back, ye
know.'

Remonstrance was in vain. I found that my sharp landlord had entered my
room while I was looking in at the post-office door, and had taken my
carpet-bag, with everything I had, even my overcoat, and stowed all in a
cupboard under the bar, under lock and key. He would not so much as
allow me a clean shirt; and I started for Tyre, wishing from the bottom
of my heart that the inhuman landlord might engage in a washing-machine
speculation, and involve with himself Mr. Potkins and Mr. Dobson and Mr.
Dickson and Dr. Tomson and Squire Johnson.

I reached Tyre at ten o'clock, and found that I had not been deceived
respecting its size. It was quite a large Tillage, with well laid out
streets, handsome residences, two large hotels, and three or four