I didn’t wonder that Blandina wuz enthused, it is enough to enthuse anybody that never has hearn it, she said she laid out to go every day three or four times a day and stay jest as long as she could.

One of the most remarkable sights we see on the Pike wuz Jim Key, a horse that is valued at a hundred thousand dollars, who travels in his own private car.  A horse that can read and write, spell, understand mathematics, go to the post office, git mail from any box, give chapter and verse of Bible text where the horse is mentioned, uses the telephone, and is so intelligent you expect him to break out in oratory any time.

Josiah wuz spell bound here, I could hardly tear him away.  And sez he: 

“The first thing I do when I go home will be to send the colt to the deestrick school.”

I told him the teacher wouldn’t want him whinnerin’ round amongst her scholars, and mebby gallopin’ and snortin’ round the schoolroom.

But he wuz as firm as adamant in his idee.  And Id’no what I shall do about it.  But spoze the trustees will have to head him off.

Josiah wanted to go and see the Fire Fighters, he said he thought he could git some idees to tell the brethren that wuz in the fire company, and Blandina and I wanted to see the Esquimeaux Village.  We went on, Josiah promisin’ to meet us there.  And as we went I said: 

“I’ve sung for years about Greenland’s icy mountains, but never spozed I should set my eyes on ’em.”  For there towerin’ up to the skies wuz immense ice mountains peaked and desolate lookin’, and inside it looked worse yet.  A bare snowy place broken by cold lookin’ water dotted with ice islands and surrounded by tall ice peaks.  I don’t spoze it wuz real ice and snow, but looked like it.

And there wuz reindeers hitched to sleds, and the low round huts of the natives lookin’ jest like the pictures in our old Gography.  And there wuz some white bears natural as life, and dog teams haulin’ sledges, toiling up the steep cliffs hitched tantrum.  The natives wuz queer lookin’ little creeters, dark complexioned, dressed in furs and thick costooms.  But little Nancy Columbus born at the World’s Fair, Chicago, wuz cute as she could be.

There wuz a big street show at the other end of the Pike and this place wuz most deserted by sight-seers, and Blandina and I sot down on a bench by the side of one of these little housen to rest.  As we did so we hearn the voice of oratory comin’ from the other side, where some Esquimeaux seemed to be gathered with open mouths and wonderin’ linements.  The orator seemed to be finishin’ his address in words as follers: 

“Let us not permit ourselves to be spiritually incapacitated by quandaries regarding the control of earthly matter.  Let us circumnavigate the ethereal realms of unexplored ether, quander the unquanderable until the everlastin’ stupendiousness of the whyness of the what shall dawn on the enraptured vision, and precipitate the effulgent tissues of ethereal matter in one glorious pulchritude of transcendentalism.”