Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“’Ve cab?” “carriage?” “cab?” It was like being amid a troop of yelling
savages; I could bear it no longer, and I pronounced “_yes!_” with
something between a shriek and a howl. On the instant, together went a
half dozen bent heads with a tremendous thump; five recoiled—_not_
speaking very gently—and left my trunk the prey of one, who was
probably superior to the others in hardness of skull. I was very glad to
escape that test of equality, at least. The man whisked my trunk lightly
over his shoulder, took my carpet-bag in hand, and strode away. If I
should lose sight of him! He went very fast, and my trembling limbs were
nearly helpless. Then all the men looked alike; all had trunks on their
shoulders, and carpet-bags in their hands, and all had very funny caps,
and very red ears, so—if I _should_ lose sight of him!—If he should
carry off my trunk! was my next practice in the use of the mood
subjunctive. (Lest it should be thought that ladies are subject to such
fears, which everybody knows would be, like mine of the cabman, a
wrongful suspicion, I must again remind the reader that this is _only a
dream_.) If he should carry off my trunk! There was something alarming
in the supposition; I was sufficiently fatigued and excited before; my
limbs were trembling, my face burning, and my heart fluttering; I gave a
bound forward and—_fell headlong_. I heard a coarse burst of laughter,
and thought of all those red, bloated faces turned toward me; and then
my dream became a kind of nightmare, and so ended or changed.
Next, I was before a large public building, around which a crowd of
people had gathered, and I was trying to force my way in. Nobody moved.
Some dreamer, whose remembrance of past things was assisted by good
nature, said something about “a lady;” but the crowd, instead of parting
and standing back, as in other times, at the talismanic word, laughed my
Don Quixote in the face. How I got in I know not, but I was in, at last.
“Better ’ave staid on the outside!” said a burly individual near me,
“there aint no seats to be had for love nor money.”
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