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The Association immediately sent a deputation to Chitterlings Castle in Porpoisia, where Crucho was eating the bitter bread of exile, to assure the prince of the love and devotion of the Anti-Pyrotist members. However, the Pyrotists grew in numbers, and now counted ten thousand. They had their regular cafes on the boulevards.
As we turn round to pass between two of the tents to the row beyond, our progress is stayed by a cord from the ridge of one to that of another, on which are strung strips of what appear at first sight to be leather, but on a closer inspection are found to be pieces of meat, tripe, and apparently chitterlings, hung out to dry in a sun temperature of from 90° to 100° Fahrenheit.
"This is idle trifling," said young Chitterlings, mildly. "Every moment is precious. Is this an hour to give to wine and wassail? Ha, we want action action! We must strike the blow for freedom to-night aye, this very night. The scow is already anchored in the mill-dam, freighted with provisions for a three months' voyage. I have a black flag in my pocket. Why, then, this cowardly delay?"
The next day he landed in Porpoisea, for it was at Chitterlings Castle on this hospitable soil that Crucho ate the bitter bread of exile. Agaric met the Prince on the road driving in a motor-car with two young ladies at the rate of a hundred miles an hour. When the monk saw him he shook his red umbrella and the prince stopped his car. "Is it you, Agaric? Get in!
Friar John went that very moment among the sutlers, into the cooks' tents, and told them in a pleasing manner: I must see you crowned with honour and triumph this day, my lads; to your arms are reserved such achievements as never yet were performed within the memory of man. Ods-belly, do they make nothing of the valiant cooks? Let us go fight yonder fornicating Chitterlings! I'll be your captain.
Why did the Boy Chief turn pale, and clutch at the tent-pole for support? Why, indeed? "Eliza Jane Sniffen," gasped Jenkins, "aged fourteen, red-haired, with a slight tendency to strabismus?" "The same." "Heaven help me! She died by my mandate!" "Traitor!" shrieked Chitterlings, rushing at Jenkins with a drawn poniard. But a figure interposed.
But he's fat. They've got their Christmas ready, that they have. Lord! you should see the chitterlings, and the sausages hung up to and along the beams. That's a crown for any dwellin'! They runs 'em round the top of the room it's like a May-day wreath in old times. Home-fed hog! They've a treat in store, they have. And snap your fingers at the world for many a long day. And the hams!
"Let us fly," said Jenkins. "Forward to the boats!" cried the enthusiastic Chitterlings. But C. F. Adams Golightly stood gazing thoughtfully at the prostrate tutor. "This," he said calmly, "is the result of a too free government and the common-school system. What the country needs is reform. I cannot go with you, boys." "Traitor!" screamed the others. C. F. A. Golightly smiled sadly.
They had lunch in the workshop, which had been cleared out for the next day's dinner. The capital omelet, followed by boiled chitterlings and washed down with good hard cider, made them all feel comfortable.
By the Queen of the Chitterlings, quoth Panurge, all the hieroglyphics of Egypt are mine a to this jargon. Why! here are a parcel of words full as analogous as chalk and cheese, or a cat and a cart-wheel! But why, prithee, dear Double-fee, do they call these worshipful dons of yours ignorant fellows?
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