The novelty and excitement of this odd life, indeed, were wearing away.
All audiences at last looked alike to me, as all lecture-goers do to Dr.
Holmes. They laughed at the same places in the performance, applauded at
the same place, and looked inane or interested at the same place, day
after day, week after week, and month after month.
I became gradually indifferent to their applause, or only noticed when
it failed at the usual step or pantomime. Then succeeded a sort of
contempt for audiences, and, at last, a positive hatred of them and
myself. I noticed, or thought I noticed, that their faces wore the same
vacant expression whether their eyes were staring at me or the stuffed
giraffes or the dancing puppets of the museum.
* * * * *
Nevertheless the days, and nights too, on the Palace were eventful ones.
Some unexpected thing was always happening to the boats, or to the
performers, or to the audiences. An occasional struggle with the town
authorities would add spice to our life. What made these squabbles
particularly interesting was that they never resulted twice alike. The
one that caused us the most merriment, and, consequently, dwells best in
my memory, occurred on the Ohio, at West Columbia, Va.
Certain authorities at that ambitious little town had agreed with our
agent that our license should be the sum of two dollars and fifty cents,
which was merely reasonable in those days, so innocent of our later
improvements in taxation. But when we had opened our doors to the vast
multitude on the banks, certain others of the authorities became
suddenly impressed with the idea that the agreement with the agent was
based on too cheap a plan, and demanded twenty-five dollars or the
shows could not go on.
Our manager strenuously refused, but offered at last to compromise
rather than have any further trouble, tendering twelve dollars and a
half. The authorities persisted in their unreasonable demand, and said,
with still greater flourish of constables, &c. that the shows should not
go on.
It was the work of about ten minutes to cast off the lines and float
down stream a few rods, just outside the limits of the corporation; and
the shows did go on, without paying any license at all, and to
overflowing and sympathizing audiences.
Shortly after, at another little town in Kentucky, a runaway couple came
into the museum, bringing the squire with them; and right in front of
the glass case where a stuffed hyena and a hilarious alligator, also
stuffed, exchanged perpetual smiles at each other,--which, of course,
were intended by the taxidermist as looks of ferocity,--and while a
barrel-organ was playing a lively dance for the puppets, this runaway
young couple was married.
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