slate-stun. What could we do to it in one day?

But fatigue and hunger--on Josiah's part, a prancin' team--bore us away,
and we went home in pretty good sperits after all, though some late.

Miss Plank had a good supper. We wuz late, but she had kept it warm for
us--some briled chicken, and some green peas, and a light nice puddin',
and other things accordin'; and Josiah _did_ indeed do justice to it.




CHAPTER XIII.


Wall, the next day after our visit to the Manafactures and Liberal Arts
Buildin', I told Josiah to-day I wouldn't put it off a minute longer, I
wuz goin' to see the Convent of La Rabida; and sez I, "I feel mortified
and ashamed to think I hain't been before." Sez I, "What would
Christopher Columbus say to think I had slighted him all this time if he
knew on't!"

And Josiah said "he guessed I wouldn't git into any trouble with
Columbus about it, after he'd been dead four hundred years."

"Wall," sez I, "I don't spoze I would, but I d'no but folkses feelin's
can be hurt if their bodies have moved away from earth. I d'no anything
about it, nor you don't, Josiah Allen."

"Wall," he said, "he wouldn't be afraid to venter it."