I methought, “No wonder laws hain’t what they ort to be, made in sech a tight place, by folks jest crowded and squoze in together like sardeens in a box.”
And Josiah methought out loud, “You thought, Samantha, that I didn’t allow half room enough in my new hen-house, and my brood of fowls have as much agin room accordin’ as these law-makers do.”
“Wall,” sez I, “there both on ’em kep’ in too clost quarters to do well.”
But truly I couldn’t break it up, for time and Martin didn’t give me no chance.
CHAPTER XXII.
SAMANTHA SEES A DOCTOR.
I hadn’t been in London for more’n a short time before I wuz attacked with a queer feelin’ and pain in my back. It seemed to be the worst on my right shoulder blade. It wuz a pain and a soreness all together, and the surface indications pinted to more trouble if I didn’t tend to it.
Josiah rubbed it with assiduity and camphire, and in hours of solitude bathed it in anarky.
But to no purpose—it grew worse and worse, and I feared it wuz a bile, but didn’t know.
It kep’ me awake nights, and I spoze it made me fraxious and restless, for Josiah urged me warmly to have a young man, who wuz a doctor in the hotel, look at my back and see what ailed it.