Halicarnassus took the handle, and gave about five jerks. Then
the Anakim took it and gave five more. Then they both stopped
and wiped their faces.

"What do you suppose this pump was put here for?" asked
Halicarnassus.

"A milestone, probably," replied the Anakim.

Then they resumed their Herculean efforts till the water came,
and then they got into the wagon, and we drove into the
blackberries once more, where we arrived just in season to
escape a thunder-shower, and pile merrily into one of several
coaches waiting to convey passengers in various directions as
soon as the train should come.

It is very selfish, but fine fun, to have secured your own
chosen seat and bestowed your own luggage, and have nothing to
do but witness the anxieties and efforts of other people. The
exquisite pleasure we enjoyed for fifteen minutes, edified at
the last by hearing one of our coachmen call out, "Here, Rosey,
this way!"--whereupon a manly voice, in the darkness, near us,
soliloquized, "Respectful way of addressing a judge of the
Supreme Court!" and, being interrogated, the voice informed us
that "Rosey" was the vulgate for Judge Rosecranz; whereupon
Halicarnassus over the rampant democracy by remarking that the
diminutive was probably a term of endearment rather than
familiarity; whereupon the manly voice--if I might say it--
snickered audibly in the darkness, and we all relapsed into
silence. But could anything be more characteristic of a