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You
have
before
your
mind
's
eye
a
large
hall
,
with
a
raised
daïs
at
one
side
;
a
space
enclosed
between
panelled
partitions
;
a
table
inside
it
;
and
on
its
edge
a
box-like
structure
,
resembling
the
rostrum
of
a
lecture-room
,
or
the
reading-desk
in
a
church
.
You
see
judges
in
ermine
robes
;
barristers
in
wigs
of
grey
,
and
gowns
of
black
,
with
solicitors
attending
on
them
;
clerks
,
ushers
,
and
reporters
;
blue
policemen
with
bright
buttons
standing
here
and
there
;
and
at
the
back
a
sea
of
heads
and
faces
,
not
always
kempt
or
clean
.
You
observe
,
moreover
,
a
certain
subdued
look
on
the
countenances
of
the
spectators
--
not
so
much
an
air
of
decorum
,
as
a
fear
of
infringing
the
regulations
of
the
Court
.
You
must
get
all
this
out
of
your
mind
,
if
you
wish
to
form
an
idea
of
a
Court
of
justice
on
the
frontiers
of
Texas
--
as
unlike
its
homonym
in
England
as
a
bond
of
guerillas
to
a
brigade
of
Guardsmen
.
There
is
no
court-house
,
although
there
is
a
sort
of
public
room
used
for
this
and
other
purposes
.
But
the
day
promises
to
be
hot
,
and
the
Court
has
decided
to
sit
under
a
tree
!
And
under
a
tree
has
it
established
itself
--
a
gigantic
live-oak
,
festooned
with
Spanish
moss
--
standing
by
the
edge
of
the
parade-ground
,
and
extending
its
shadow
afar
over
the
verdant
prairie
.
A
large
deal
table
is
placed
underneath
,
with
half
a
score
of
skin-bottomed
chairs
set
around
it
,
and
on
its
top
a
few
scattered
sheets
of
foolscap
paper
,
an
inkstand
with
goose-quill
pens
,
a
well-thumbed
law-book
or
two
,
a
blown-glass
decanter
containing
peach-brandy
,
a
couple
of
common
tumblers
,
a
box
of
Havannah
cigars
,
and
another
of
lucifer-matches
.
Behind
these
paraphernalia
sits
the
judge
,
not
only
un-robed
in
ermine
,
but
actually
un-coated
--
the
temperature
of
the
day
having
decided
him
to
try
the
case
in
his
shirt-sleeves
!
Instead
of
a
wig
,
he
wears
his
Panama
hat
,
set
slouchingly
over
one
cheek
,
to
balance
the
half-smoked
,
half-chewed
Havannah
projecting
from
the
other
.
The
remaining
chairs
are
occupied
by
men
whose
costume
gives
no
indication
of
their
calling
.
