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Feathertop: A Moralized Legend
Onewasthatofanimpertinentcur,which,aftersnuffingattheheelsoftheglisteningfigure,putitstailbetweenitslegsandskulkedintoitsmaster’sbackyard,vociferatinganexecrablehowl.Theotherdissentientwasayoungchild,whosqualledatthefulleststretchofhislungs,andbabbledsomeunintelligiblenonsenseaboutapumpkin.
Feathertopmeanwhilepursuedhiswayalongthestreet.Exceptforthefewcomplimentarywordstothelady,andnowandthenaslightinclinationoftheheadinrequitaloftheprofoundreverencesofthebystanders,heseemedwhollyabsorbedinhispipe.Thereneedednootherproofofhisrankandconsequencethantheperfectequanimitywithwhichhecomportedhimself,whilethecuriosityandadmirationofthetownswelledalmostintoclamoraroundhim.Withacrowdgatheringbehindhisfootsteps,hefinallyreachedthemansion-houseoftheworshipfulJusticeGookin,enteredthegate,ascendedthestepsofthefrontdoor,andknocked.Intheinterim,beforehissummonswasanswered,thestrangerwasobservedtoshaketheashesoutofhispipe.
"Whatdidhesayinthatsharpvoice?"inquiredoneofthespectators.
"Nay,Iknownot,"answeredhisfriend."Butthesundazzlesmyeyesstrangely.Howdimandfadedhislordshiplooksallofasudden!Blessmywits,whatisthematterwithme?"
"Thewonderis,"saidtheother,"thathispipe,whichwasoutonlyaninstantago,shouldbeallalightagain,andwiththereddestcoalIeversaw.Thereissomethingmysteriousaboutthisstranger.