Silas. Sheriff Brown—complaints—costly affair! Why, what do you mean? Isn’t it bad enough to be caught with an elephant on your hands?
Harry. Well, your elephant, not being acquainted in this part of the country, got out of the road a little in travelling towards his present quarters. For instance, he walked into Squire Brown’s fence, and carried away about a rod of it.
Silas. You don’t mean it!
Harry. And, in endeavoring to get back to the road, walked through his glass house, and broke some glass.
Silas. Goodness gracious!
Harry. Mr. Benson’s flower garden, being near the road, was hastily visited by his highness, and a few of the rare plants will flourish no more.
Silas. O, my head! Is that all?
Harry. No, for Mrs. Carter was on the road with her span. On the appearance of the great hay-eater, one of the horses dropped dead.
Silas. O, ruin, ruin! Why didn’t the elephant keep him company?