第22章 SARATOGA BY DAYLIGHT(1)

Wall, the next mornin' Josiah and me sallied out middlin' early to explore still further the beauties and grandness of Saratoga.Ihad on a black straw bonnet, a green vail, and a umbrell.I also have my black alpacky, that good moral dress.

My dress bein' such a high mission one choked me.It wuz so high in the neck it held my chin up in a most uncomfortable position, but sort a grand and lofty lookin'.My sleeves wuz so long that more'n half the time my hand wuz covered up by 'em and I wuz too honerable to wear 'em for mits; no, in the name of principle Iwore 'em for sleeves, good long sleeves, a pattern to other grandmas that I might meet.

I felt that when they see me and see what I wuz a doin' and endurin' fur the cause of female dressin' they would pause in their wild career, and cover up their necks and pull their sleeves down.

Wall, it haint to be expected that I could walk along carryin'

such hefty emotions as I wuz a carryin', and havin' my neck held high and stiddy both by principle and alpacky, and see to every step I wuz a takin'.And, first I knew, right while I was enjoyin' the loftiest of these emotions, I ketched my foot in sunthin', and most fell down.Instinctively (such is the power of love) I put out my hand and clutched at the arm of my pardner.

But he too wuz nearly fallin' at the same time.It wuz a narrow chance that we wuz a runnin' from having our prostrate forms a layin' there outstretched on the highway.

Instinctively I sez, "Good land!" and Josiah sez -- wall, it is fur from me to tell what he said, but it ended up with these words, "Dumb them dumb sidewalks anyway;" and sez he, "I should think it would pay to have a little less gilt paint and spangles and orniments overhead and a few more solid bricks unless they want more funerals here, dumb 'em!"Sez I,"Be calm! who be you a talkin' about? who do you want to bring down your fearful curses on, Josiah Allen?""Why, onto the dumb bricks," sez he.

He wuz agitated and I said no more.But four times in that first walk, did I descend almost precipitously into declivities amongst the bricks, risin' simultaneously on similar elevations.

It wuz a fearful ordeel and I felt it so, but upheld by principle and Josiah, I moved onwards, through what seemed to be 5 great throngs and masses of people, 3 on the ground and 2 hinted up above us on tall pillows.

Them immense places overhead long as the streets, wuz kinder scalloped out and trimmed off handsum with railin's, etc.And on it -- oh! what a vast congregation of heads of all sorts and sizes and colors.And oh! what a immense display of parasols; why no parasol store in the land could begin with what I see there.

I can truly say that I thought I knew somethin' about parasols;, havin' owned 3 different ones in the course of my life, and havin'

one covered over.I thought I knew somethin' of their nater and habits, which is a good deal, so I had always s'posed, like a umbrell's.But good land! I gin up that I knew them not, nor never had.

Why anybody could learn more on 'em through one jerney down that street, than from a hull lifetime in Jonesville.Truly travel is very upliftin' and openin' and spreadin' out to the mind, both in parasols and human nater.

Wall, them 2 masses over our heads wuz 2, then the one in which we wuz a strugglin' and the one opposite to it made 4.For anybody with any pretence to learnin' knows that twice 2 is 4.And then in the middle of the broad street was a bigger mass of chariots and horsemen, and carts and carriages, and great buggies and little ones, and big loads of barrels, and big loads of ladies, and then a load of wood, and then a load of hay, and then a pair of young folks pretty as a picture.And then came some high big coaches as big as our spare bedroom, and as high as the roof on our horse barn, with six horses hitched to e'm, all runnin' over on top with men; and wimmen, and children, and parasols, and giggles, and ha ha's.And a man wuz up behind a soundin' out on a trumpet, a dretful sort of a high, sweet note, not dwindlin' down to the end as some music duz, but kinder crinklin' round and endin' up in the air every time.

Josiah wuz dretful took with it and he told me in confidence that he laid out when he got home to buy a trumpet and blow out jest them strains every time he went into Jonesville or out of it.He said it would sound so sort a warlike and impressive.

I expostulated aginst the idee.But sez he, "You'll enjoy it when you get used to it.""Never!" sez I.

"Yes you will," sez he, "and while I live I lay out that you shall have advantages, and shall enjoy things new and uneek.""Yes," sez I feelin'ly, "I expect to, Josiah Allen, as long as Ilive with you." And I sithed.But I had little time to enjoy even sithin', for oh! the crowd that wuz a pressin' onto us and surroundin' us on every side, some on 'em curius and strange lookin', some on 'em beautiful and grand.Pretty young girls lookin' sweet enough to kiss, and right behind 'em a Chinese man with a long dress, and wooden shoes, and his hair in a long braid behind, and his eyes sot in sideways.And then would come on a hull lot of wimmen in dresses ev'ry color of the rainbow, and some men.Then a few childern, lookin' sweet as roses, with their mothers a pushin' the little carts ahead on 'em.And if you'll believe it, I don't s'pose you will, but it is true, that lots of black ma's had childern jest as white as snow, and pretty as rosebuds, took after their fathers I s'pose.But I don't believe in a mixin' of the races.And when I see 'em a kissin' the pretty babys, I begun to muse a very little on the feelin's of the indignent South, at havin' a colered girl set in the same car with 'em, or on a bench in the same school room.