"Eee! Ee! O dear! O! O!" cries an anxious mother. "O! O! O-o-o! save us from the dog!" cries another. "Whur-r-r-r! ye _divil!_" cries the Irish gintilman, pinning the poor dog down between the seats, with a force that extracted another glorious yell. "Ike! Ike! Ike! oo, ow! ow! Ike! Ike! Ike!" "Murder! mur-r-r-der!" bawls another victim in the rear of the deacon, leaping up in his seat, and rubbing his leg vigorously. "What on airth's loose?" exclaims one. "Halloo! what's that?" cries another, hastily vacating his seat and crowding towards the door. "O dear, O! O!" anxiously cries a delicate young lady. "What? who? where?" screamed a dozen at once. "Good _conscience!_" exclaims the deacon, as he dropped his newspaper, in the midst of the din--noise and confusion; and with a most singular and spasmodic effort to dance a "_high_land fling," he hustled out of his seat, exclaiming: "Good conscience, I really believe they're out." "Eh? What--what's out?" cries one. "Snakes!" echoes an old gentleman, grasping a cane. "Snappin' turtles, Mister?" inquire several. "Snakes!" cried a dozen. "Snappers!" echoes a like quantity of the dismayed. "Snapper-r-r-r-rs!" "Snake-e-e-es!" O what a din! "Halloo! here, what's all this? What's the matter?" says the conductor, coming to the rescue. "That man's got snakes in the car!" roar several at once. "And snappin' turtles, too, consarn him!" says one, while all eyes were directed, tongues wagging, and hands gesticulating furiously at the astonished deacon. "Take care of them! Take care of them! I believe I'm bitten clear through my boot--catch them, Mr. Swallow!" cries the deacon. "Swallow 'em, Mr. Catcher!" echoes the frightened dandy. "What? where?" says the excited conductor, looking around. "Here, here, in under these seats, sir,--_my lobsters, sir_," says the deacon, standing aloof to let the conductor and the man with the cane get at the _reptiles_, as the latter insisted. "Darn 'em, are they only lobsters!" "Pooh! Lobsters!" says young Mantillini, with a mock heroic shrug of his shoulders, and looking fierce as two cents! "Come out here!" says the conductor, feeling for them. "Take care!" says the deacon, "the plaguy things have got their pins out!" "Why, they are _alive_, and crawling around; hear the old fellow,--take care, Mr. Swaller--he's cross as sin!" says the man with the cane--"wasn't that a _snap_? Take care! You got him?" that indefatigable assistant continued, rattling his tongue and cane. "I've got them!" cries the conductor. "Put them in the bag, here, sir," says the deacon. "Take them out of this car!" cries everybody. "Plaguy things," says the deacon. "I sha'n't never buy another _live lobster!_" Order was restored, passengers took their seats, but when young Mantillini looked for his dog, he had vamosed with the _Irishman_, at "the last stopping place," in his excitement, leaving a quart jug of whiskey in lieu of the dandy's dog.