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ing ell IRON MS circle tOfu that lney knew
the time to acknowledge his joke; several
smart and pleasant sayings were retorted
on the Inspector; but the most substantial
repartee, that is, the best OF the good
things, appeared in the shape OF noble
turbot, which one Of the fisherman produ.
ced from his stock. This spokesman,
hoped, in the name of himself and COM
|rades, that Monsieur the Inspector would
do them the honour of accepting the fish,
and give himself the trouble of smellingit,| j
to be sure that it was fresh ".'..! One


cant refuse was the reply, and he pulled


out his purse, as with would be effort TO


pay for the compliment.


i sOh! oh oh! cried the fishermen in


concert, what is Monsieur the Inspector


going to do? Pay for it Always like him
llself, generous and noble No, no no! 1t
ills the least we can do for Monsieur; and
: we shall be too we'll rewarded, if he will
do us the honour of giving himself the
! trouble to write little word to the gen
a tleman of the Octroi at Bordeaux, to lei
, us pass the barrier without search that WE
? get to the market early, and pull up fol
c 1.-THE time we have lost in the storm.
Fl 'Oh, willingly cried Monsieur the In
: |spector, God forbid l should refuse 81
. slight kindness to such honest fellow
s as know you all TO be. Give me pei
e Cazille But bark yc my friends. You ar
n sure there is no hrandyr


/ My word of honor burst from ever.
/ mouth.


y Hold !" cried the Inspector, tender o
dItheir consciences, 'hold, don't finish tn
: sentence my good fellows! ! know yo
i are honest healthy lunged lads, and you'll
2, want all your breath to puff off your fish t
a the fat merchants of the Chatrons to nor


row. There giving the paper] But bar
ltIye, stuff the sea-weed we'll to the bottom
Y thought heard the shaking of glass j


THAT basket.


Nothing, nothing, Monsieur, on m


word of honor protested one of the pal
-lty, but two or three bottles of salt waite
a. a cure for Madame Dupuis at the Re
erI Gross. Monsieur knows. perhaps, thu
tel Madame Dupuis' legs are -
II yes, yes, very well--I know it ALL
t. BE off! Be off!-the moon is up, and
y want my supper Cazile, prepare thi
IN turbit for your mistress master hand.-
= You'll find fresh bottle of capers in n
~ saddle bags.


et 'Adieu' Good night - Safe journe,
ul &c. &c. were banded backwards and fo


wards, and as the fishermen reloaded the
as little carts with the baskets Which th
hthad placed in the house to shelter the
'al from the rain, | thought the care wi
'ss which they lifted them up, denoteda a car
ne more brittle than flat fish, and more val
ne able than a couple Of bottles Of salt waite