I was so bewildered by the scene, and so lost in the crowd of
sensations that kept swarming upon me that I was like one
entranced. I lost my companion Tom Dribble, in a tumult and
scuffle that took place near one of the shows, but I was too much
occupied in mind to think long about him. I strolled about until
dark, when the fair was lighted up, and a new scene of magic
opened upon me. The illumination of the tents and booths; the
brilliant effect of the stages decorated with lamps, with
dramatic groups flaunting about them in gaudy dresses, contrasted
splendidly with the surrounding darkness; while the uproar of
drums, trumpets, fiddles, hautboys, and cymbals, mingled with the
harangues of the showmen, the squeaking of Punch, and the shouts
and laughter of the crowd, all united to complete my giddy
distraction.
Time flew without my perceiving it. When I came to myself and
thought of the school, I hastened to return. I inquired for the
wagon in which I had come: it had been gone for hours. I asked
the time: it was almost midnight! A sudden quaking seized me. How
was I to get back to school? I was too weary to make the journey
on foot, and I knew not where to apply for a conveyance. Even if
I should find one, could I venture to disturb the school-house
long after midnight? to arouse that sleeping lion, the usher, in
the very midst of his night’s rest? The idea was too dreadful for
a delinquent school-boy. All the horrors of return rushed upon
me—my absence must long before this have been remarked—and absent
for a whole night? A deed of darkness not easily to be expiated.
The rod of the pedagogue budded forth into tenfold terrors before
my affrighted fancy. I pictured to myself punishment and
humiliation in every variety of form; and my heart sickened at
the picture. Alas! how often are the petty ills of boyhood as
painful to our tender natures, as are the sterner evils of
manhood to our robuster minds.
I wandered about among the booths, and I might have derived a
lesson from my actual feelings, how much the charms of this world
depend upon ourselves; for I no longer saw anything gay or
delightful in the revelry around me. At length I lay down,
wearied and perplexed, behind one of the large tents, and
covering myself with the margin of the tent cloth to keep off the
night chill, I soon fell fast asleep.
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