"There," said he, "I told you I put it in that pocket--I always do."
"And pray who are you?" said I, as I looked at his dress, which was a
pair of loose white Turkish trowsers, and an old spangled jacket.
"Me! why, I'm the fool."
"More knave than fool, I expect," replied I, still much puzzled with his
strange appearance and dress.
"Nay, there you mistake," said the voice of last night. "He is not only
a fool by profession, but one by nature. It is a half-witted creature,
who serves me when I would attract the people. Strange, in this world,
that wisdom may cry in the streets without being noticed, yet folly will
always command a crowd."
During this address I turned my eyes upon the speaker. He was an
elderly-looking person, with white hair, dressed in a suit of black,
ruffles and frill. His eyes were brilliant, but the remainder of his
face it was difficult to decipher, as it was evidently painted, and the
night's jumbling in the waggon had so smeared it, that it appeared of
almost every colour in the rainbow. On one side of him lay a large
three-cornered cocked hat, on the other, a little lump of a boy, rolled
up in the straw like a marmot, and still sound asleep. Timothy looked
at me, and when he caught my eye, burst out into a laugh.
"You laugh at my appearance, I presume," said the old man, mildly.
"I do in truth," replied Timothy. "I never saw one like you before, and
I dare say never shall again."
"That is possible; yet probably if you meet me again you would not know
me."
"Among a hundred thousand," replied Timothy, with increased mirth.
"We shall see, perhaps," replied the quack doctor, for such the reader
must have already ascertained to be his profession; "but the waggon has
stopped, and the driver will bait his horses. If inclined to eat, now
is your time. Come, Jumbo, get up; Philotas, waken him, and follow me."
Philotas, for so was the fool styled by his master, twisted up some
straw, and stuffed the end of it into Jumbo's mouth. "Now Jumbo will
think he has got something to eat. I always wake him that way,"
observed the fool, grinning at us.
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