hemp-neckcloth. I don't wonder Hume don't like young
England; for when that boy grows up, he'll teach some
folks that they had better let some folks alone, or some
folks had better take care of some folks' ampersands
that's all.

"The time I speak of, people went in their carriages,
and not by railroad. Now, pr'aps you don't know, in fact
you can't know, for you can't cypher, colonists ain't no
good at figurs, but if you did know, the way to judge of
a nation is by its private carriages. From Hyde Park
corner to Ascot Heath, is twenty odd miles. Well, there
was one whole endurin' stream of carriages all the way,
sometimes havin' one or two eddies, and where the toll-gates
stood, havin' still water for ever so far. Well, it flowed
and flowed on for hours and hours without stoppin', like
a river; and when you got up to the race-ground, there
was the matter of two or three tiers of carriages, with
the hosses off, packed as close as pins in a paper.

"It costs near hand to twelve hundred dollars a-year to
keep up a carriage here. Now for goodness' sake jist
multiply that everlastin' string of carriages by three
hundred pounds each, and see what's spent in that way
every year, and then multiply that by ten hundred thousand
more that's in other places to England you don't see,
and then tell me if rich people here ain't as thick as
huckleberries."

"Well, when you've done, go to France, to Belgium, and