"Ought I not rather to go to some public-house, frequented by captains of fishing smacks, and be put in a bed a foot too short for me," said I, as I reflected on my last night's couch at Mr Pritchard's.
"No, that won't do--I shall go to the hotel, I have money in my pocket, and a person with money in his pocket has surely a right to be inconsistent if he pleases." So I turned back and entered the railroad hotel with lofty port and with sounding step, for I had twelve sovereigns in my pocket, besides a half one, and some loose silver, and feared not to encounter the gaze of any waiter or landlord in the land.

"Send boots!" I roared to the waiter, as I flung myself down in an arm-chair in a magnificent coffee-room.

"What the deuce are you staring at?
send boots can't you, and ask what I can have for dinner." "Yes, sir," said the waiter, and with a low bow departed.
"These boots are rather dusty," said the boots, a grey-haired, venerable-looking man, after he had taken off my thick, solid, square-toed boots.

"I suppose you came walking from the railroad ?" "Confound the railroad!" said I.

"I came walking from Bangor.