Nasby in Exile: or, Six Months of Travel in England, Ireland, Scotland, France, Germany, Switzerland and Belgium, with many things not of travel — John Locke — John Shaqi
Nasby in Exile: or, Six Months of Travel in England, Ireland, Scotland, France, Germany, Switzerland and Belgium, with many things not of travel
John Locke · en
[Illustration: INSIDE A PARISIAN OMNIBUS.]
[Sidenote: A SHOW ADVERTISEMENT.]
got that bear it wood hev bin the biggest thing in the annals of the
show biznis. So I went to Berne and saw the President of the Swiss
Republic. I offered him fust two hundred dollars for it, pervided he
would write a certifikit on parchment and put the seal of the Republic
onto it that it wuz the identical animile. Ye see, ef he hed done this
I should hev put it onto the bills this way:--
That there may be no doubt in the minds of a too-oft deceived
public, deceived by audacious pretenders who advertise what they
know they cannot perform, that this is the identical ferocious bear
that did actually kill an unfortunate British officer in the
presence of his newly-made bride (he wasn't married at all, but you
can't awaken no interest without the pathetic)--who was powerless
to extricate him from the tenacious grasp of the ferocious brute,
the most dangerous of the species, the certificate of the President
of the Swiss Republic, with the broad seal of the Republic
attached, will be exhibited at each and every entertainment, all
reports to the contrary notwithstanding, and positively without any
extra charge. This statement is made to counteract the envious and
malicious reports of would-be rivals, who seek to make up by
slander and misrepresentation, what they lack in enterprise and
resource.
[Illustration: THE SHOWMAN SHOWN THE DOOR.]
I should hev hed a copy--a fac-similer--uv the certifikit printed, in
two colors, and I shood hev hed the certifikit itself hung out afore
the big tent, and it would hev bin wuth a heap uv money to me.
"Did you succeed?"
"Succeed! Why the bloated aristocrat refoozed to hev anything to say to
me, and directed a servant to show me out. A pretty Republic that is,
where the President won't hear a common biznis proposishen! And then I
went to the Mayor uv the city, and when my proposishen wuz translated to
him, he remarked that he wuzn't in the bear biznis, and he hed me showed
out. I shood like to be a voter in Berne at one elecshun. But I shel hev
the bear that killed the offiser jes the same. That is, I shel advertise
that one uv the bears I yoose that eat the children in the Elijah act is
the identikle one. I don't like to deceeve the public--I hed ruther deal
strate with 'em, but I must git my expenses out uv that trip to Berne
somehow, and I shel hev the President's certifikit all the same. Yes,
and blast me ef I don't add the Mayor's to it to make ashoorence doubly
shoor. I ain't agoin' to Berne for nothin', nor am I goin' to lose an
ijee. Ijees are too skase to waste one."
"Did you enjoy this trip to the land of Tell?"
The sound of the word "Tell," was sufficient to tap the old gentleman
once more, and he went off into a narrative that flowed smoothly as
cider from a barrel.
[Sidenote: DE LACY'S IDEA.]