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(1859) [MARC] Author: W. Mattieu Williams
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A FEW WORDS ABOUT WAITERS.

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able and grudging in their attendance, and seem to be
enviously taking notes of how much one eats.

It rained the next morning, and this supplied me with
an excuse for lingering in these luxurious quarters, to
write letters and get my shoes patched; for among other
excesses of civilization, there was a travelling cobbler
located at a small farm hard by. I also went out
a-fishing in a boat, with some tackle lent me by mine
host, and caught a haddock, which I brought back in
triumph, and had cooked for dinner as a first course;
it was followed by stewed hare and jelly, with potatoes
and other vegetables, white bread and pancake, and
cherries for dessert. After this saturnalia, I started
again, at about 5 p.m., on my way to a district where
such excesses were not likely to be repeated.

I proposed to walk 011 to Skare, the second station
beyond, and about fifteen miles distant; but on
reaching the lake of Sandven, found the road so abominable,
that I was content to halt at Hildal, the first station.
There, after the usual supper of fladbröd, butter, and
sour milk, I slept in a good, clean straw bed, in an
upper reserved room, where there was a multitude of
boxes containing the family wealth, and, among other
things, a watch and some silver trinkets hanging to
nails upon the wall. The people must be very honest,
or they could not trust a savage-looking
vagabond-stranger like myself so unsuspiciously.

The next morning I walked on up the valley by a
rough, winding path among wild rocks and precipices,
tangled with pine and birch forests, among which there

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