The morning following I get upon the vapouring boat to walk so far as Douvres.  It was fine day—­and, after I am recover myself of a malady of the sea, I walk myself about the shep, and I see a great mechanic of wood, with iron wheel, and thing to push up inside, and handle to turn.  It seemed to be ingenuous, and proper to hoist great burdens.  They use it for shoving the timber, what come down of the vessel, into the place; and they tell me it was call “Jaques in the box;” and I was very much please with the invention so novel.

Very well.  I go again promenade upon the board of the vessel, and I look at the compass, and little boy sailor come and sit him down, and begin to chatter like the little monkey.  Then the man what turns a wheel about and about laugh, and say, “Very well, Jaques;” but I not understand one word the little fellow say.  So I make inquire, and they tell me he was “Box the compass.”  I was surprise, but I tell myself, “Well, never mind;” and so we arrived at Douvres.  I find myself enough well in the hotel, but as there has been no table d’hote, I ask for some dinner, and it was long time I wait; and so I walk myself to the customary house, and give the key to my portmanteau to the Douaniers, or excisemen, as you call, for them to see as I had not no snuggles in my equipage.  Very well—­I return at my hotel, and meet one of the waiters, who tell me, (after I stand little moment to the door to see the world what pass by upon a coach at the instant,) “Sir,” he say, “your dinner is ready.”—­“Very well,” I make response, “where, was it?”—­“This way, sir,” he answer; “I have put it in a box in the cafe room.”—­“Well—­never mind,” I say to myself; “when a man himself finds in a stranger country, he must be never surprised. ‘Nil admirari.’ Keep the eyes opened, and stare at nothing at all.”

I found my dinner only there there,[13] because I was so soon come from France; but, I learn, another sort of the box was a partition and table particular in a saloon, and I keep there when I eated some good sole fritted, and some not cooked mutton cutlet; and a gentleman what was put in another box, perhaps Mr. Mathew, because nobody not can know him twice, like a cameleon he is, call for the “pepper box.”  Very well.  I take a cup of coffee, and then all my hards and portmanteau come with a wheelbarrow; and, because it was my intention to voyage up at London with the coach, and I find my many little things was not convenient, I ask the waiter where I might buy a night sack, or get them tie up all together in a burden.  He was well attentive at my cares, and responded, that he shall find me a box to put them all into.  Well, I say nothing to all but “Yes,” for fear to discover my ignorance; so he bring the little box for the clothes and things into the great box what I was put into; and he did my affairs in it very well.  Then I ask him for some spectacle in the town, and