Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life by John Campbell
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headgear, and, after it, surrounded and accompanied by all the small
boys and shop-girls in the town, came the Royals, in heavy marching order. The friends stood in a shop doorway until the crowd passed by, and then, just as soon as a voice could be distinctly heard, the schoolmaster clapped his companion on the shoulder and cried, "Eureka!" Coristine thought the music had been too much for his usually staid and deliberate friend. "Well, old Archimedes, and what is it you've found? Not any new geometrical problems, I hope." "Listen to me," said the dominie, in a tone of accustomed authority, and the lawyer listened. "You've heard Napoleon or somebody else say that every soldier of France carries a marshal's baton in his knapsack?" "Never heard the gentleman in my life, and don't believe it, either." "Well, well, never mind about that; but I got my idea out of a knapsack." "Now, what's the use of your saying that, when its myself knows that you haven't got such a thing to bless yourself with?" "I got it out of a soldier's--a volunteer's knapsack, man." "O, you thief of the world! And where have you got it hid away?" "In my head." "O rubbish and nonsense--a knapsack in your head!" "No, but the idea." |
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