Ollapod. Then there were the great figures upon the
dial-plate- how intelligent how intellectual, they all looked! And
presently they took to dancing the Mazurka, and I think it was the
figure V. who performed the most to my satisfaction. She was evidently
a lady of breeding. None of your swaggerers, and nothing at all
indelicate in her motions. She did the pirouette to admiration-
whirling round upon her apex. I made an endeavor to hand her a
chair, for I saw that she appeared fatigued with her exertions- and it
was not until then that I fully perceived my lamentable situation.
Lamentable indeed! The bar had buried itself two inches in my neck.
I was aroused to a sense of exquisite pain. I prayed for death, and,
in the agony of the moment, could not help repeating those exquisite
verses of the poet Miguel De Cervantes:
Vanny Buren, tan escondida
Query no te senty venny
Pork and pleasure, delly morry
Nommy, torny, darry, widdy!
But now a new horror presented itself, and one indeed sufficient
to startle the strongest nerves. My eyes, from the cruel pressure of
the machine, were absolutely starting from their sockets. While I
was thinking how I should possibly manage without them, one actually
tumbled out of my head, and, rolling down the steep side of the
steeple, lodged in the rain gutter which ran along the eaves of the
main building.
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