Wall, Martin sed he wouldn’t fail to see Madame Tussaud’s wax figgers. He sed undoubtedly he would be asked if he’d seen ’em. And Adrian wuz anxious to go, thinkin’ it wuz sunthin’ like a circus.
But we found it wuz a sight, a sight to see how nateral they wuz. Why, some of the figgers almost breathed, and you can see ’em—some machinery rigged up inside, I spoze. And then we see kings, and queens, and princes, and warriors, and everybody else—we got fairly light-headed a-seein’ ’em all, and I spoze Josiah got kinder excited and wrought up, or he wouldn’t have done as he did.
There wuz a old man a-holdin’ a programme in his hand, and every little while he would lift up his head and look round. He favored Deacon Henzy quite a good deal, and Josiah sez to me—
“I believe that is Deacon Henzy’s cousin; you know he sed he had one here in London. Don’t you see he has got the real Henzy nose? I believe I’ll be neighborly and scrape acquaintance with him.”
“Wall,” sez I, “he duz favor the Henzys, but,” sez I, “don’t be too forred; the Henzys are big feelin’.”
“Big feelin’!” sez Josiah; “don’t you spoze he will be glad to see a neighbor of his own blood relation?” Sez he, “He will be glad to neighbor with me.”
I felt dubersome, but he advanced onwards, and sez he in his most polite axents—
“Be you any kin of Bildad Henzy, of Jonesville?”
“Be you any kin of Bildad Henzy, of Jonesville?”