shown him.  The clerk brought out a kind of ironclad contrivance, studded with spikes like a harrow, which he claimed to be made from Rocky Mountain bison skin.  He was so carried away with them that he would willingly have bought two pair, but one was sufficient.  He carried them away under his arm, which soon became numb from the weight.  He next invested in a pair of corduroy trousers, such as carpenters wear, and a pair of oiled canvas leggings.  Then he needed a knapsack for his provisions, a telescope so as to recognize villages perched on the slope of distant hills, and finally, a government survey map to enable him to find his way about without asking the peasants toiling in the fields.  Lastly, in order more comfortably to stand the heat, he decided to purchase a light alpaca jacket offered by the famous firm of Raminau, according to their advertisement, for the modest sum of six francs and fifty centimes.  He went to this store and was welcomed by a distinguished-looking young man with a marvellous head of hair, nails as pink as those of a lady and a pleasant smile.  He showed him the garment.  It did not correspond with the glowing style of the advertisement.  Then Patissot hesitatingly asked, “Well, monsieur, will it wear well?” The young man turned his eyes away in well-feigned embarrassment, like an honest man who does not wish to deceive a customer, and, lowering his eyes, he said in a hesitating manner:  “Dear me, monsieur, you understand that for six francs fifty we cannot turn out an article like this for instance.”  And he showed him a much finer jacket than the first one.  Patissot examined it and asked the price.  “Twelve francs fifty.”  It was very tempting, but before deciding, he once more questioned the big young man, who was observing him attentively.  “And—­is that good?  Do you guarantee it?” “Oh! certainly, monsieur, it is quite goad!  But, of course, you must not get it wet!  Yes, it’s really quite good, but you understand that there are goods and goods.  It’s excellent for the price.  Twelve francs fifty, just think.  Why, that’s nothing at all.  Naturally a twenty-five-franc coat is much better.  For twenty-five francs you get a superior quality, as strong as linen, and which wears even better.  If it gets wet a little ironing will fix it right up.  The color never fades, and it does not turn red in the sunlight.  It is the warmest and lightest material out.”  He unfolded his wares, holding them up, shaking them, crumpling and stretching them in order to show the excellent quality of the cloth.  He talked on convincingly, dispelling all hesitation by words and gesture.  Patissot was convinced; he bought the coat.  The pleasant salesman, still talking, tied up the bundle and continued praising the value of the purchase.  When it was paid for he was suddenly silent.  He bowed with a superior air, and, holding the door open, he watched his customer disappear, both arms filled with bundles and vainly trying to reach his hat to bow.