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struck into the town and up through the middle of it -- it was as much as half-

after eight, then -- here comes a raging rush of people, with torches, and an awful

whooping and yelling, and banging tin pans and blowing horns; and we jumped

to oone side to let them go by; and as they went by, I see they had the king and

the duke astraddle of a rail -- that is, I knowed it was the king and the duke,

though they was all over tar and feathers, and didn't look like nothing in the

world that was human -- just looked like a couple of monstrous big soldier-plumes.

Well, it made me sick to see it; and I was sorry for them poor pitiful rascals, it

seemed like I couldn't ever feel any hardness against them any more in the

world. It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings can be awful cruel to one

another. ssssssssss

We see we was too late -- couldn't do no good. We asked some stragglers

about it, and they said everybody went to the show looking very innocent; and

laid low and kept dark till the poor old king was in the middle of his cavortings

on the stage; then somebody give a signal, and the house rose up and went for

them.

So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was before,

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