The Seven Vagabonds (From "Twice Told Tales")Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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The Seven Vagabonds (From "Twice Told Tales")
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
Historical fiction, American; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
Her voice silenced the scruples of the rest, and gained me admittance
into the league; according to the terms of which, without a community
of goods or profits, we were to lend each other all the aid, and avert
all the harm, that might be in our power. This affair settled, a
marvellous jollity entered into the whole tribe of us, manifesting
itself characteristically in each individual. The old showman,
sitting down to his barrel-organ, stirred up the souls of the pygmy
people with one of the quickest tunes in the music-book; tailors,
blacksmiths, gentlemen, and ladies, all seemed to share in the spirit
of the occasion; and the Merry-Andrew played his part more facetiously
than ever, nodding and winking particularly at me. The young
foreigner flourished his fiddle-bow with a master’s hand, and gave an
inspiring echo to the showman’s melody. The bookish man and the merry
damsel started up simultaneously to dance; the former enacting the
double shuffle in a style which everybody must have witnessed, ere
Election week was blotted out of time; while the girl, setting her
arms akimbo with both hands at her slim waist, displayed such light
rapidity of foot, and harmony of varying attitude and motion, that I
could not conceive how she ever was to stop; imagining, at the moment,
that Nature had made her, as the old showman had made his puppets, for
no earthly purpose but to dance jigs. The Indian bellowed forth a
succession of most hideous outcries, somewhat afrighting us, till we
interpreted them as the war-song, with which, in imitation of his
ancestors, he was prefacing the assault on Stamford. The conjurer,
meanwhile, sat demurely in a corner, extracting a sly enjoyment from
the whole scene, and, like the facetious Merry Andrew, directing his
queer glance particularly at me.
As for myself, with great exhilaration of fancy, I began to arrange
and color the incidents of a tale, wherewith I proposed to amuse an
audience that very evening; for I saw that my associates were a little
ashamed of me, and that no time was to be lost in obtaining a public
acknowledgment of my abilities.
“Come, fellow-laborers,” at last said the old showman, whom we had
elected President; “the shower is over, and we must be doing our duty
by these poor souls at Stamford.”
“We’ll come among them in procession, with music and dancing,” cried
the merry damsel.
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