Adventures of the Ojibbeway and Ioway Indians in England, France, and Belgium; Vol. 2 (of 2): being Notes of Eight Years' Travels and Residence in Europe with his North American Indian CollectionCatlin, George
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Adventures of the Ojibbeway and Ioway Indians in England, France, and Belgium; Vol. 2 (of 2): being Notes of Eight Years' Travels and Residence in Europe with his North American Indian Collection
Catlin, George
England -- Description and travel; France -- Description and travel; Indians of North America
"The United States much the largest; but England is a great deal
older.
"New-Yorkers cross the streets diagonally; the Londoners cross them
at right angles.
"In England the odd pennies are wrapped in a paper, and handed back
with 'I thank you, Sir.'
"Streets in London have tops and bottoms; in America they have upper
and lower ends.
"In England a man's wife is 'very bad;' in America, 'very ill;' and
in France, 'bien malade.'
"Americans 'turn to the _right_ as the law directs;' the English turn
to the _left_.
"English mutton and babies are much the fattest.
"Gooseberries in England much the largest, but not so sweet.
"Pigs in the American cities are seen promenading in the streets; in
London, only seen hanging by their hind legs.
"In England men are 'knocked up;' in America they are 'knocked down.'
"'_Top-coats_' are very frequent in England, in America nothing is
known higher than an '_over-coat_.'
"In the United States a man is 'smart;' in England he is 'clever.'
"English ladies are more luscious, but not quite so----"
Just when I had read thus far, the steward tapped me on the shoulder
and told me that "I was wanted below immediately, for my lady was very
ill." I closed my book and ran below, where I found my poor wife and
little family all dreadfully sick. I waited on them a while and got
sea-sick myself. My musings on England and America were thus broken
off; and from the time that we launched forth amidst the clatter upon
a French wharf, I had as much as I could do to keep my little children
and my luggage together, and all recollections of England and my native
country vanished in the confusion and din that was around me in the new
world we were entering upon. Custom-houses and railways and diligences
have been a thousand times described, and I need say nothing of them,
except that we got through them all, and into the _Victoria Hotel_, in
Paris, where we found rest, fine beds, kind attentions, and enough to
eat.
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