If there wuz nothin' else to the World's Fair but jest that wheel, it
would pay well to go clear from Jonesville to Chicago to see it. It
stands up aginst the sky like a huge spider-web. It is two hundred and
fifty feet in diameter--jest one wheel; think of that! As wide as twenty
full-sized city houses--the idee! And there are thirty-six cars hitched
to it, and sixty persons can ride in each car. So you can figger it out
jest how much that huge spider-web catches when it gits in motion. Wall,
my feelin's when I wuz a-bein' histed up through the air wuz about half
and half--half sublimity and orr as I looked out on the hull glory of
the world spread at my feet, and Lake Michigan, and everything--
That part wuz clear riz up and noble, and then the other half wuz a
skittish feelin' and a-wonderin' whether the tacklin' would give way,
and we should descend with a smash.
But the fifty-nine other people in the car with me didn't seem to be
afraid, and I thought of the thirty-five other cars, all full, and
a-swingin' up in the air with me; and the thought revived me some, and I
managed to maintain my dignity and composure.
Josiah acted real highlarious, and he wanted to swing round time and
agin; he said "he would give a cent to keep a-goin' all day long."
But I frowned on the idee, and I hurried him off by the model of the
Eiffel Tower into Persia.
There it wuz agin, my pardner and I a-travellin' in Persia--the very
same Persia that our old Olney's gography had told us about years and
years ago--a-visitin' it our own selves.
I see the bazaars and booths all filled with the costliest laces, and
rugs, and embroideries, and the Persians themselves a-sellin' 'em.
But Josiah hurried me along at a fearful rate, for I had got my eye onto
some lace that I wanted.
I did not want to be extravagant, but I did want some of that lace; I
thought how it would set off that night-cap.
But he said "that Jonesville lace wuz good enough if I had got to have
any; but," sez he, "I don't wear lace on my night-cap."
"No," sez I; "how lace would look on a red woollen night-cap!"
"Wall," sez he, "why don't you wear red woollen ones?"
Sez I, "Josiah, you're not a woman."
"No," sez he; "you wouldn't catch a man goin' to Persia for trimmin' for
a night-cap."
His axents jarred onto me, and mechanically I follered him into the
Moorish Palace.
One reason why I follered him so meekly and willin'ly, I didn't know but
he would broach the subject of seein' them Persian wimmen dance.
And I felt that I would ruther give a hull churnin' of fall's butter
than to have his moral old mind contaminated with the sight.
For they do say, them who have seen the sight, that "them Persian
dancin' girls carry dancin' clear to the very verge of ondecency, and
drop way off over the verge."
I see lots of wimmen comin' out with their fan held before their
blushin' faces.
They say that wimmen fairly enjoy a-goin' in there to be horrified.
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