The Black-Sealed Letter - Or, The Misfortunes of a Canadian Cockney. by Andrew Learmont Spedon
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their way through these orifices, and one dart, said he, into a fellow's
eye was sufficient to cause a myriad of stars to fly from his winker." "Well, but that is really horrifying," exclaimed Mrs. Charlston. "Awful, awful!" shouted Amelia. "'Tis really so indeed," added Eliza. "Oh! it is all bosh," ejaculated Fred. "_Bosh!_ d'ye say!" exclaimed H. "Indeed, I have only told you the least objectionable part. I assure you, he related things that would make a fellow's blood to curdle into vinegar, and perspire from every pore of the body. I credit everything he told me, for his word is as much to be depended upon as the 'Law of Moses.'" "That'll do for the present," said Amelia. "Go on," cried George. "What did he say about the climate?" inquired Mr. C. "He told me, sir, that it was so hot during the dog-days in summer, that the people had to lie upon deer-skins filled with water to prevent their bodies from being totally dissolved into vapor, and, that at the end of that terrible season they appeared only as living skeletons, as slender, indeed, as to be incapable of producing even a shadow." "Oh! but that is awfully horrible!" exclaimed Mrs. C. Mr. Charlston and |
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