The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-08
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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 the pavement of the court All of thes
 were open to the weather and Leathe
 Lane way save where rags. sieve-hk
 blankets and safi-cloth answered. tn
 place of scant curtaining. ~~'# sutn
 These stories or floors. as ikey enthu
 siasticaily explained and afterward
 hospitably found, were about eigh
 feet square. except the lower or pave
 ment story. which was as large as tn
 prowess of the occupants could mak'
 1t against the hordes of the stifiini
 court. An aperture had been made ir
 the dead wall, which. with few bricki
 and little mud mortar, provided (
 capital chimney piece.
 The draught was perfect. There was
 . good deal of comfort. too. about this
 extraordinary fireside. The court was
 "whummcied." that is, turned bottom.
 side up for table. A shelf like piece
 of timber was fastened against the side
 wall for lounging bunk and bench
 and a ladder ran from this along the
 wall to the second story, where cook
 ing utensils and food were kept.
 But more curious than all was the
 nightly disposition of the donkey and
 the human occupants themselves. On
 arrival from the days journeyings the
 donkey was hauled by rope and tackle
 into the cage-Ake third story. under the sail-cloth roof; and on retiring for the night, keys princess" ascended to her lofty boudoir beside the faith ful beast; while her Cerebus father. valiantly choosing the post of danger tn the second story below. fished as 1t were, all light belongings up after him.
 "Gor ,bli mel" proudly exclaimed Ikey, after we had for some time con- templated his lady's retreat, that's 'er pallus. Wy an they jest hall goes hup into their 'ole by night, an pulls tn ole hup arter 'em!' -4
 I felt some timidity in venturing into the almost lightless place, when Keys impetuosity of devotion might, in the most unexpected conceit, plunge us both into serious trouble. Besides, the trap-doors holes-in-the-wall and hoist ing apparatus were unpleasantly sug- gestive, and the Tapping of the sail cloth roof and ragged side hinted all manner of doleful possibilities !. a...
 The coster divined my, thoughts and with an. All right, governor, I'll jess see 'ow tn land lays first, vile you bide 'ere! strengthened himself up stiff1y, shifted his coat to his other arm and stepped off with an assumption of fine bravery up the forbidding wedge shaped way. ,.~1 :,
 listened attentively and after a few minutes of silence heard keys we'll known whistle, the immemorial coster call, of
 'Ta-ta-ta! ta-ta; ta-ta-ta"
 Soon, from somewhere among the ghostlily Tapping upper regions of the strange habitation floated down upon the court the softly whistled answer:
 '"Ta-ta-ta!'
 perhaps imagined I, then caught | glimpse of-something like a. descending maiden's figure; but several minutes. of | silence followed, which was at last | rudely broken. by sound of rumblings, snortings. fierce. objurgations, little | screeches by some one took to be the | ,oster's princess" and these were sue ,eeded by the crashing together of op- posing forces, one of which. from, the | voiuble dialect evoked, must nave been attired In corduroy arid"a Wealth of | oearl buttons; for, a moment later, key Pushbarrow, rumpled and pant ng, came slinking to my side.
 Strike me luckyv' gasped Ikey, seat ng himself discouragedly in an empty lonkey cart to recover his breath. Wat d'y pose wus tn or cove's nove?" "'-A-~
 With apparent deepest concern I ressed him for particulars.
 HI 'ad ne;donah in me harms. Hid est give 8eF a chaste buss. Ikey,' avs she,+ hits hall hup wi husv Strike me- lucky says Hi. if it be" Bell kill ee? says me denah. Not this evenin'" says Hi. Wat an never 1akes yer so bold?' says she Me domain says HI. .'Will ye be man, Ikey, if Hi'll run away wi, ye? avs she. Hi up an bussed~ Fer &Aein. devery hinch, Gawd's truthP. says Hi, Then, says she, Hive made a ,ole in | q wall. Hits a. builders storage lot, { elow. 1key, a twenty-foot ladder'll l., each that ole, an me-jest a.. hour 'om this yer minute. Hits OCT Seven | { ials way! 'Hangel O me life! says Ii. Jest then tn ol' cove 'ove iiI sight. says ee, krittin' is grind 7 s like tn hanimals in tn Zoo. Me ' onah plunked bout O me harms, an up tn ladder t ah' loft! Vile gazin' 'ter Ter, sunthin' dropped like ships $ anchor. Strike me lucky, but didn't l. ear hit. guvernor? Wat dye 'spose T as that ol' cove's sly move? Fed run 'wn is moke (donkey) at me! An awd's truth, governor, that yer wi- ous hanimalt kicked nearly hevery A oomin' button off me togs. But, rike me lucky, tn langwidge as come ng O tn kickin from me domains or r, ve, 'asn't hits ekal from shoreditch ' Billingsgate! Come agin, says ee, 1e ile tn hanimal hammered me aein tn D. III, wen yer bones is sot, Ikey! Hpll III knives an files t is 'eels next ol ne, ye W'itechapel wagabonerr IN Despite the. ludicrous appearance of IS coster, who now limped lugubri- 7, sly beside me, my sympathies were U lily aroused. called a hanson at n lrnivals Inn, and through the dri- ce r's knowledge of the labyrinthine re- al ,n, In less than an hours time we ae d discovered the storage grounds on w w 3 other side of the Leather Lane ps undary wall. to The caretaker was found and enlisted
 our service After much gropins ong the sheds and piles of deals we - secured ladder of the "i