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Do you know what a fur boa is? This little girl wears one around her neck. It is made of the tail of a fox. The strings to it are made of long pieces of skin. Perhaps you think the Eskimo children are white. No, they are brown. Their faces are round and fat. Our babies ride in carriages, but an Eskimo baby rides on its mother's back. The mother wears a coat with a pocket on the back of it.
Even the public carriages of Saratoga have a fresh, unjaded air; and to issue from the railway station in the midst of those buoyant top-phaetons and surreys, with their light- limbed horses, is to be thrilled by some such insensate expectation of pleasure as fills the heart of a boy at his first sally into the world.
The carriages are all numbered, so that every passenger can easily find his seat. By these simple arrangements the traveller may descend and walk about a little, even though the train should only stop two minutes, or even purchase some refreshments, without any confusion or crowding.
If they went in any of his carriages, the loitering charm of the walk would be lost; and they must, to a certain degree, be encumbered by, and exposed to, the notice of servants. "Are you a good walker, Ruth? Do you think you can manage six miles? If we set off at two o'clock, we shall be there by four, without hurrying; or say half-past four.
Not exactly mad, maybe, but eccentric, he swum Charleston harbour with his clothes on because some one dared him, and was nearly drowned with the tide coming in or going out, I forget which; and another day he got on the engine at Charleston station and started the train, drove it too, till they managed to climb over the top of the carriages or something and stop him at least that's the story.
Boris spoke up: "She must have passed on the other side of the carriages while we were behind the trees, general, and not seeing us she has gone on her way, making the round of the island, over as far as the Barque." The explanation seemed the most plausible one. "Has anyone else been here?" demanded Matrena, forcing her voice to be calm.
That they had no springs, is clear enough from the statement of Taylor, the water-poet who deplored the introduction of carriages as a national calamity that in the paved streets of London men and women were "tossed, tumbled, rumbled, and jumbled about in them."
She was lamenting her fate, when, in the red light of the sun, she saw the locomotive of the express stop, monstrous and docile, on the quay, and, in the crowd of travellers coming out of the carriages, Jacques approached her. He was looking at her with that sort of sombre and violent joy which she had often observed in him. He said: "At last, here you are. I feared to die before seeing you again.
We went to meet the carriages from the station; at last they arrived, with Mr. Owen half asleep amidst the kitbags. It was far into the night when we arrived at our hospital burdened with our two bags and the copper tray. The night nurse, a kitten, and a round woolly puppy welcomed us. Hospital work again. How strange we felt.
In the afternoon we drove to the "Sweet Waters of Europe" to see the Turkish ladies, who in pleasant weather always go out there in carriages or by water in caïques.
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