progress. Now and then he would halt, and shout something at the
top of his voice.

"What's the matter?" Sprague asked a man, who stood in the door of
a cigar-shop, "is there a fire?"

The man grinned.

"That's the town-crier," said he.

"Town-crier!" exclaimed Mr. Daddles, "I didn't know there were any
of 'em left."

"There aint," said the man, "except this one. He's the last one of
'em."

The crier limped slowly down the street toward us. We all halted
to hear his next announcement. Stopping in the middle of the
street he solemnly rang his bell two or three times. Then he threw
back his head, and bellowed in a tremendous voice:

"Hear--what--I--have--to--say! Stolen! the cat-boat--Hannah--J.--
Pettingell--from--Mulliken's Wharf--yesterday--afternoon! Reward
--will--be--paid--for information!--Apply--to--the--owner--at--
the Eagle--House!"