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When
they
came
to
any
town
or
village
,
or
even
to
a
detached
house
of
good
appearance
,
Short
blew
a
blast
upon
the
brazen
trumpet
and
carolled
a
fragment
of
a
song
in
that
hilarious
tone
common
to
Punches
and
their
consorts
.
If
people
hurried
to
the
windows
,
Mr
Codlin
pitched
the
temple
,
and
hastily
unfurling
the
drapery
and
concealing
Short
therewith
,
flourished
hysterically
on
the
pipes
and
performed
an
air
.
Then
the
entertainment
began
as
soon
as
might
be
;
Mr
Codlin
having
the
responsibility
of
deciding
on
its
length
and
of
protracting
or
expediting
the
time
for
the
hero
’
s
final
triumph
over
the
enemy
of
mankind
,
according
as
he
judged
that
the
after
-
crop
of
half
-
pence
would
be
plentiful
or
scant
.
When
it
had
been
gathered
in
to
the
last
farthing
,
he
resumed
his
load
and
on
they
went
again
.
Sometimes
they
played
out
the
toll
across
a
bridge
or
ferry
,
and
once
exhibited
by
particular
desire
at
a
turnpike
,
where
the
collector
,
being
drunk
in
his
solitude
,
paid
down
a
shilling
to
have
it
to
himself
.
There
was
one
small
place
of
rich
promise
in
which
their
hopes
were
blighted
,
for
a
favourite
character
in
the
play
having
gold
-
lace
upon
his
coat
and
being
a
meddling
wooden
-
headed
fellow
was
held
to
be
a
libel
on
the
beadle
,
for
which
reason
the
authorities
enforced
a
quick
retreat
;
but
they
were
generally
well
received
,
and
seldom
left
a
town
without
a
troop
of
ragged
children
shouting
at
their
heels
.
They
made
a
long
day
’
s
journey
,
despite
these
interruptions
,
and
were
yet
upon
the
road
when
the
moon
was
shining
in
the
sky
.
Short
beguiled
the
time
with
songs
and
jests
,
and
made
the
best
of
everything
that
happened
.
Mr
Codlin
on
the
other
hand
,
cursed
his
fate
,
and
all
the
hollow
things
of
earth
(
but
Punch
especially
)
,
and
limped
along
with
the
theatre
on
his
back
,
a
prey
to
the
bitterest
chagrin
.
They
had
stopped
to
rest
beneath
a
finger
-
post
where
four
roads
met
,
and
Mr
Codlin
in
his
deep
misanthropy
had
let
down
the
drapery
and
seated
himself
in
the
bottom
of
the
show
,
invisible
to
mortal
eyes
and
disdainful
of
the
company
of
his
fellow
creatures
,
when
two
monstrous
shadows
were
seen
stalking
towards
them
from
a
turning
in
the
road
by
which
they
had
come
.
The
child
was
at
first
quite
terrified
by
the
sight
of
these
gaunt
giants
—
for
such
they
looked
as
they
advanced
with
lofty
strides
beneath
the
shadow
of
the
trees
—
but
Short
,
telling
her
there
was
nothing
to
fear
,
blew
a
blast
upon
the
trumpet
,
which
was
answered
by
a
cheerful
shout
.
‘
It
’
s
Grinder
’
s
lot
,
an
’
t
it
?
’
cried
Mr
Short
in
a
loud
key
.
‘
Yes
,
’
replied
a
couple
of
shrill
voices
.
‘
Come
on
then
,
’
said
Short
.
‘
Let
’
s
have
a
look
at
you
.
I
thought
it
was
you
.
’
Thus
invited
,
‘
Grinder
’
s
lot
’
approached
with
redoubled
speed
and
soon
came
up
with
the
little
party
.
Mr
Grinder
’
s
company
,
familiarly
termed
a
lot
,
consisted
of
a
young
gentleman
and
a
young
lady
on
stilts
,
and
Mr
Grinder
himself
,
who
used
his
natural
legs
for
pedestrian
purposes
and
carried
at
his
back
a
drum
.
The
public
costume
of
the
young
people
was
of
the
Highland
kind
,
but
the
night
being
damp
and
cold
,
the
young
gentleman
wore
over
his
kilt
a
man
’
s
pea
jacket
reaching
to
his
ankles
,
and
a
glazed
hat
;
the
young
lady
too
was
muffled
in
an
old
cloth
pelisse
and
had
a
handkerchief
tied
about
her
head
.
Their
Scotch
bonnets
,
ornamented
with
plumes
of
jet
black
feathers
,
Mr
Grinder
carried
on
his
instrument
.
