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Charles Battell Loomis. The Four-Masted Cat-Boat, and Other Truthful Tales
The Four-Masted Cat-Boat, and Other Truthful Tales
Table of Contents
Preface
A FEW IDIOTISMS
I. THE FOUR-MASTED CAT-BOAT
II. THE POOR WAS MAD
III. A PECULIAR INDUSTRY
IV. GRIGGS’S MIND
V. THE SIGNALS OF GRIGGS
VI. À LA SHERLOCK HOLMES
VII. MY SPANISH PARROT
VIII “TO MEET MR. CAVENDISH”
IX. INSTINCT SUPPLIED TO HENS
X. A SPRING IDYL
XI. AN INVERTED SPRING IDYL
XII. AT THE CHESTNUTS’ DINNER
XIII. THE ROUGH WORDS SOCIETY
XIV. A NEW USE FOR HORSES
XV. A CALCULATING BORE
XVI. AN URBAN GAME
XVII “DE GUSTIBUS”
XVIII “BUFFUM’S BUSTLESS BUFFERS”
AT THE LITERARY COUNTER
XIX “THE FATHER OF SANTA CLAUS”
XX. THE DIALECT STORE
XXI “FROM THE FRENCH”
XXII. ON THE VALUE OF DOGMATIC UTTERANCE
XXIII. THE SAD CASE OF DEACON PERKINS
XXIV. THE MISSING-WORD BORE
XXV. THE CONFESSIONS OF A CRITIC
XXVI. HOW ’RASMUS PAID THE MORTGAGE
XXVII ’MIDST ARMED FOES
XXVIII. AT THE SIGN OF THE CYGNET
XXIX. A SCOTCH SKETCH
UNRELATED STORIES—RELATED
XXX. EPHRATA SYMONDS’S DOUBLE LIFE
XXXI. A STRANGER TO LUCK
XXXII. CUPID ON RUNNERS
XXXIII. MY TRUTHFUL BURGLAR
XXXIV. THE MAN WITHOUT A WATCH
XXXV. THE WRECK OF THE “CATAPULT”
ESSAYS AT ESSAYS
XXXVI. THE BULL, THE GIRL, AND THE RED SHAWL
XXXVII. CONCERNING DISH-WASHING
XXXVIII. A PERENNIAL FEVER
XXXIX “AMICUS REDIVIVUS”
XL. THE PROPER CARE OF FLIES
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Charles Battell Loomis
Published by Good Press, 2021
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I rather admired the independence of the minutes and seconds in refusing to be ordered about even by his mind; but, of course, I didn’t tell him so. On the contrary, I congratulated him on the highly poetic way in which he was voicing his sentiments.
Just then we came into the station, and an acquaintance of his buttonholed him and lugged him off, for Griggs is quite a favorite, in spite of his mind. I was sorry, for I had wanted to ask him where the moments and instants seem bound for in his brain. I did manage, just as we were leaving the boat at Chambers Street, to tell him that I was going to be in the Augustan part of the city at noon, and would be pleased to take him out to lunch, if he ran across me; but he must have mistaken the month, as I ate my luncheon alone. I dare say he understood me to say January, and wandered all over Harlem looking for me. How unpleasant it must be to have a mind!
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