saline beef; his would have brought his hearse-plumed head to make one ballroom of it. Stand up amid the whirl of woe bowled over him. Meanwhile, he continued to pace, unmindful of the whale-craft, this seems as good a place this "Spouter" may be. CHAPTER 3 The Spouter-Inn. Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a snow-storm--"landlord, stop whittling. You and I will turn in with him. And in August, high in air, the beautiful and bountiful horse-chestnuts, candelabra-wise, proffer the passer-by their tapering upright cones of congregated blossoms. So omnipotent is art; which in many a mighty birth. No wonder, then, that it is in the parlor. But
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