The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-12-26
Cab" said Mr.. Pickwick.

Cab" said Mr.. Pickwick.
Here you are, sir" shouted a
strange specimen of the human race,
IN q sackcloth coat, and apron OF the
same, who with brass label and nun
Der round his neck, looked as II he
were catalogued in some collection Of
rarities. This was the waterman.
Here you are sir. Now then, fust
cab" And the first cab having been
fetched from the public house, where
he had been smoking his pipe, MI.
Pickwick and his portmanteau were
thrown into the vehicle.
Golden Cross" said Mr.. Pickwick
Only Bob's worth, Tommy" cried
the driver, sulkily, for the informa-
ton of his friend the waterman, as
the cab drove off.
How old Is that horse, my friend
inquired Mr.. Pickwicls rubbing his
nose with the shilling he had reserved
for the fare.
Forty-two," replied the driver. eye.
ing him askant.
What" calculated Mr.. Pickwick,
laying his hand upon his notebook.
The driver reiterated his former
statement. Mr.. Pickwick looked very
hard at the mans face, but his fea-
lures were immovable, SO he noted
down the fact forthwith.
And how long do you keep HIM
out at timer inquired Mr.. Pickwick,
searching for further information.
1.-TWO or three weeks" replied the
man.
Weeks said Mr. Pickwick, in
astonishment-ando out came the note
book again.
HE lives at Pentowil when he's at
home" observed the driver, cody,
"but we seldom takes him home, on
account of his weakness"
ION account OF his weakness" re-
iterated the perplexed Mr.. Pickwick.
He always falls down when he's
took out o. the cab" continued the
driver but when he's in 1t we bears
him up VERY tight, and takes him IN
VERY short, SO he can't very well
fall down, and we've got a pair OF
precious large wheels on; so ven he
does move, they run after him, and he
must go on--he can't help 1t.
Mr.. Pickwick entered every word OF
his statement In his notebook. with
the view OF communicating 1t to the
club. as singular instance OF the
tenacity OF life I'm horses. under try
ing circumstances. The entry was
scarcely completed when they reached
the Golden Cross. Down jumped the
driver and out got Mr.. Pickwlck.
Mr. Tupman, Mr. Snodgrass and Mr.
Wrinkle, who had been anxiously
waiting the arrival of their illustri'
Gus leader. crowded TO welcome him.
Here's your fare said Mr.. Pick
wick, holding out the shilling TO the
driver.
What was the learned mans aston
ishment when that unaccountable per-
son flung the money on the pavement.
and requested I'm fgurative terms to
be allowed the pleasure OF fightinG
him (Mr. Pickwick) for the amount:
you are mad said Mr.. SnoG'
grass.
"Or drunk" said Mr.. Wrinkle.
cor both" said Mr.. Tupman.
Come on" said the cab driver,
Fparring away like clockwork. Come
on-all four on you"
Then. II will be remembered. that
Mr.. Pickwick, after much fussing and
tuning and explaining, discovered the
cab" thought him an "informer' be-
cause he had been writing things
down about him.
Ultimately, it was happily ended by
a long, tall. cadaverous-looking per-
son denoted In the Pickwick papers
ms "the stranger" who was after
wards the cause OF almost getting Mr.
Wrinkle into a duellng ARRAY But
that's another incident