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Among these was the brisk Bilsby, Tom Hunter, Colonel Blomsberry, Major Elphinstone, General Morgan, and the rest of the lot to whom the casting of the Columbiad was a matter of personal interest. J. T. Maston became their cicerone.
A quarter of an hour after the two savants were descending the declivity of the Rocky Mountains; and two days after, at the same time as their friends of the Gun Club, they arrived at San Francisco, having killed five horses on the road. Elphinstone, the brothers Blomsberry, and Bilsby rushed toward them on their arrival. "What shall we do?" they exclaimed.
No, not one of those incidents will happen; and if one did, it would be of no use to us. American sensitiveness is declining daily, and we are going to the dogs!" "Yes, we are growing quite humble," replied Bilsby. "And we are humiliated!" answered Tom Hunter. "All that is only too true," replied J.T. Maston, with fresh vehemence.
'Ye're very clumsy, there, my lad, said the old man. 'What's happening? Paul made no answer, and the father went back to his papers. "Bilsby," the old man hummed, half aloud, "Bilsby is fat fat with the comfortable fatness which has grown about him in the course of five-and-forty years of perfect self-approval.
There can be no heaven for Bilsby, for he would have to hymn another glory there; There can be no fate of pain, for even if the Devil take him, there will still be Bilsby, and that fact alone would keep him happy." 'What's all this rampant wickedness, y' irreverent dog? asked Armstrong. 'This is your writing, isn't it?
"Well, there might be some field for enterprise down there; and if they would accept our services " "What are you dreaming of?" screamed Bilsby; "work at gunnery for the benefit of foreigners?" "That would be better than doing nothing here," returned the colonel. "Quite so," said J. T. Matson; "but still we need not dream of that expedient." "And why not?" demanded the colonel.
However that might be, it was unanimously decided in the Gun Club that Blomsberry's brother Bilsby and Major Elphinstone should start at once for San Francisco and give their advice about the means of dragging up the projectile from the depths of the ocean. These men started without losing an instant, and the railway which was soon to cross the whole of Central America took them to St.
"Well," replied J.T. Maston, "why should not England in its turn belong to the Americans?" "It would be but justice," answered Colonel Blomsberry. "Go and propose that to the President of the United States," cried J.T. Maston, "and see what sort of a reception you would get." "It would not be a bad reception," murmured Bilsby between the four teeth he had saved from battle.
No one was admitted into the inclosure except a delegation of members of the Gun Club who made the voyage to Tampa Town. Among them was the brisk Bilsby, Tom Hunter, Colonel Blomsberry, Major Elphinstone, General Morgan, and tutti quanti, to whom the casting of the Columbiad was a personal business.
Bilsby is not great, or good, or magnanimous, or wise, or wealthy, or of long descent, or handsome, or admired; but he is happy. He gets up with Bilsby in the morning, has breakfast, dinner, tea and supper with him, and goes to bed with him at night. If Bilsby had a choice and Bilsby hasn't he would make no change.
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