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properly, but that he could easily fix it.
He told me, however, that the foot was quite
tender in one place, and that I had better
not drive him any farther that day, but let
him rest until the next morning,

‘‘I was in haste to get home; but still I
knew it was wrong to run the risk of doing
injury to the horse, and so I concluded to
wait there until the next day. I accord-
ingly drove to the tavern, put up the wagon,
and then led the horse back to the black-
smith’s, and left him there. When I returned
to the tavern, I asked them what time they
should have dinner. They told me, ‘Imme-
diately after the court rises.’ ‘What court ??
said I. ‘TI don’t know,’ said the girl who
was telling me; ‘it is the court that sits
in this place, every now and then.’ I asked
her where the court-house was, and she
pointed out to me a building with a cupola
upon it, in a little square among some trees
across a little common, opposite to the
tavern door.

“I sat down ona small bench under the
piazza before the front door, watching the
court-house. I saw people standing about
the doors, and sometimes one going in or