t, since I've been here, that's a fact. I've always told you
these folks ain't what they used to be, and I see more and more, on
'em every day. Yes, the English are like their hosses, they are so fine
bred, there is nothin' left of 'em now but the hide, hair, and shoes.

"So Prince Albert is there in that room; I must get in there and see
him, for I have never sot eyes on him since I've been here, so here
goes. Onder, below there, look out for your corns, hawl your feet in,
like turtles, for I am a comin'. Take care o' your ribs, my old 'coons,
for my elbows are crooked. Who wants to grow? I'll squeeze you out as a
rollin'-pin does dough, and make you ten inches taller. I'll make good
figures of you, my fat boys and galls, I know. Look out for scaldin's
there. Here I am: it's me, Sam Slick, make way, or I'll walk right over
you, and cronch you like lobsters. 'Cheap talkin', or rather thinkin',
sais I; for in course I couldn't bawl that out in company here; they
don't understand fun, and would think it rude, and ongenteel. I have to
be shockin' cautious what I say here, for fear I might lower our great
nation in the eyes of foreigners. I have to look big and talk big the
whole blessed time, and I am tired of it. It ain't nateral to me; and,
besides braggin' and repudiatin' at the same time, is most as bad as
cantin' and swearin'. It kinder chokes me. I thought it all though, and
said it all to myself. 'And,' sais I, 'take your time, Sam; you can't do
it, no how, you can fix-it. You must wait your time, like other folks.
Your legs is tied, and your arms is tied down by the crowd, and you
can't move an inch beyond your nose. The only way is, watch your chance,
wait till you can get your hands up, then turn the fust two persons
that's next to you right round, and slip between them like a turn stile
in the park, and work your passage that way. Which is the Prince? That's
him with the hair carefully divided, him with the moustaches. I've seed
him; a plaguy handsum man he is, too. Let me out now. I'm stifled, I'm
choked. My jaws stick together, I can't open 'em no more; and my wind
won't hold out another minute.

"I have it now, I've got an idea. See if I don't put the leake into
'em. Won't I _do_ them, that's all? Clear the way there, the Prince is a
comin', _and_ so is the Duke. And a way is opened: waves o' the sea roll
hack at these words, and I walks right out, as large as life, and the
fust Egyptian that follers is drown