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The Mississippi Bubble by Emerson Hough
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servants to bring out to them the draft of which they craved healing for
crow's-feet and hollow eyes. Here and there traveling merchants called
their wares, jugglers spread their carpets, bear dancers gave their
little spectacles, and jockeys conferred as to the merits of horse or
hound. Hawk-nosed Jews passed among the vehicles, cursed or kicked by
the young gallants who stood about, hat in hand, at the steps of their
idols' carriages.

"Buy my silks, pretty lady, buy my silks! Fresh from the Turkey walk on
the Exchange, and cheaper than you can buy their like in all the
city--buy my silks, lady!" Thus the peddler with his little pack of
finery.

"My philter, lady," cried the gipsy woman, who had left her donkey cart
outside the line. "My philter! 'Twill keep-a your eyes bright and your
cheeks red for ay. Secret of the Pharaohs, lady; and but a shilling!"

"Have ye a parrot, ma'am? Have ye never a parrot to keep ye free and
give ye laughter every hour? Buy my parrot, lady. Just from the Gold
Coast. He'll talk ye Spanish, Flemish or good city tongue. Buy my parrot
at ten crowns, and so cheap, lady!" So spoke the ear-ringed sailor, who
might never have seen a salter water than the Thames.

"Powder-puffs for the face, lady," whispered a lean and weazen-faced
hawker, slipping among the crowd with secrecy. "See my puff, made from
the foot of English hares. Rubs out all wrinkles, lady, and keeps ye
young as when ye were a lass. But a shilling, a shilling. See!" And with
the pretense of secrecy the seller would sidle up to a carriage of some
dame, slip to her the hare's foot and take the shilling with an air as
though no one could see what none could fail to notice.
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