everlastin' fat, almighty lazy, and the way they travel
is a caution to a snail. It's vulgar to go fast, its only
butcher's hosses trot quick, and besides, there is no
hurry--there is nothin' to do to home. Affectionate
couple! happy man! he takes his wife's hand in his--
kisses it? No, not he, but he puts his head back in the
corner of the carriage, and goes to sleep, and dreams--of
her? Not he indeed, but of a saddle of mutton and curren'
jelly.

"Well, if you are a-stoppin' at Sir Littleeared Bighead's,
you escape the flight by night, and go to bed and think
of homeland natur'. Next mornin', or rather next noon,
down to breakfast. Oh, it's awfully stupid! That second
nap in the mornin' always fuddles the head, and makes it
as mothery as ryled cyder grounds. Nobody looks as sweet
as sugar candy quite, except them two beautiful galls
and their honey lips. But them is only to look at. If
you want honey, there is some on a little cut glass, dug
out of a dish. But you can't eat it, for lookin' at the
genu_wine_, at least I can't, and never could. I don't
know what you can do.

"P'raps you'd like to look at the picture, it will sarve
to pass away time. They are family ones. And family
picture, sarve as a history. Our Mexican Indgians did
all their history in picture. Let's go round the room
and look. Lawful heart! what a big "Brown ox" that is.
Old "Star and Garters;" father fatted him. He was a prize
ox; he eat a thousand bushel of turnips, a thousand pound