The Argosy — page 52: what you’re looking at

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Letters from Majorca. 39 Monsieur shivered in his sleep and dreamed of arctic regions, and sneezed seven successive times without waking. But what would you? We had closed the window to within a couple of inches, and even this at great sacrifice. You know these people of the sunny south, and how the scent of garlic inevitably accompanies them as perfume follows the rose (one likes to go to extremes in compari- sons); and our travellers were no exception to this rule, which really seems in these lands to be the one rule without it. So the open window remained open, and presently Madame subsided from the contemplative mood into the oblivious; and the train and the day rolled on to evening. Ata quarter to six we reached Bordeaux. Before the train had poe N\\ ay iG + “pp =, ," | is caer stopped, Madame screamed out for “wun petit omnibus,” and we soon found that she was a cunning traveller. Everyone seemed to ask for ‘un petit omnibus,” and we who took things more leisurely discovered, when our time came, that all the small omnibuses were engaged, and were driving off one after another like a string of turkeys. There remained nothing but an omnibus that would have held comfortably twenty-four people, with a great mirror at one end drawing them out to forty-eight, and making the lumbering vehicle look really cavernous. Into this we two were politely shown, felt lost, and wondered if we should ever find our way out again. It rattled off; and you know how French omnibuses cam rattle, and at what a pace they tear when it suits their purpose to put on steam. To-night we rattled and tore with a vengeance, and all our traps were soon lying like fallen images on the floor, my COMmicaooks (CO) mn