s that wuz hung over our heads.
Servants with their hair braided down their backs and with gay dresses
on brought in tea--as good as any I ever drank--and pipes. Josiah
whispered to me:

"How be I agoin' to smoke tobacco, Samantha? It will make me sick as
death. You know I never smoked anything but a little catnip and mullen
for tizik. I wonder if he's got any catnip by him; I'm goin' to ask."

But I kep' him from it, and told him that we could just put the stems
in our mouths, and pretend to smoke enough to be polite.

"Hypocrasy," sez Josiah, "don't become a deacon in high standin'. If I
pretend to smoke I shall smoke, and take a good pull." And he leaned
back and shut his eyes and took his pipe in his hand, and I guess he
drawed on it more than he meant to, for he looked bad, sickish and
white round his mouth as anything. But we all walked out into the
garden pretty soon and he looked resuscitated.

It was beautiful there; rare flowers and exotics of all kinds, trees
that I never see before and lots that I had seen, sparklin' fountains
with gold fish, grottos all lit up by colored lanterns, and little
marble tablets with wise sayings. Josiah said he believed they wuz
ducks' tracks, and wondered how ducks ever got up there to make 'em,
but the interpreter read some on 'em to us and they sounded first
rate. Way up on a artificial rock, higher than the Jonesville steeple,
wuz a beautiful pavilion with gorgeous lanterns in it and beautiful
bronzes and china.

In the garden wuz growin' trees, trimmed all sorts of shapes, some on
'em wuz shaped like bird cages and birds wuz singin' inside of 'em.
There wuz one like a jinrikisha with a horse attached, all growin',
and one like a boat, and two or three wuz pagodas with gilt bells
hangin' to 'em, another wuz shaped like a dragon, and some like fish
and great birds. It wuz a sight to see 'em, all on 'em a growin', and
some on 'em hundreds of years old. Josiah says to me:

"If I ever live to git home I will surprise Jonesville. I will have
our maple and apple trees trimmed in this way if I live. How uneek it
will be to see the old snow apple tree turned into a lumber wagon, and
the pound sweet into a corn house, and the maples in front of the
house you might have a couple on 'em turned into a Goddess of Liberty
and a statter of Justice, you are such a hand for them two females,"
sez he. "Of course we should have to use cloth for Justice's eye
bandages, and her steelyards