consideration
whatever. The Cogia saw that he had no chance of notice; so going out,
he hurried to his house, and, putting on a splendid pelisse, returned to
the place of festival. No sooner did he enter the door than the masters
advanced to meet him, and saying, 'Welcome, Cogia Efendy,' with all
imaginable honour and reverence, placed him at the head of the table, and
said, 'Please to eat, Lord Cogia.' Forthwith the Cogia, taking hold of
one of the furs of his pelisse, said, 'Welcome, my pelisse; please to
eat, my lord.' The masters, looking at the Cogia with great surprise,
said, 'What are you about?' Whereupon the Cogia replied, 'As it is quite
evident that all the honour paid is paid to my pelisse, I think it ought
to have some food too.'--PLEASANTRIES OF THE COGIA NASR EDDIN EFENDI.

CHAPTER I

THE MAKING OF THE LINCH-PIN--THE SOUND SLEEPER--BREAKFAST--THE
POSTILLION'S DEPARTURE

I awoke at the first break of day, and, leaving the postillion fast
asleep, stepped out of the tent. The dingle was dank and dripping. I
lighted a fire of coals and got my forge in readiness. I then ascended
to the field, where the chaise was standing as we had left it on the
previous evening. After looking at the cloud-stone near it, now cold,
and split into three pieces, I set about prying narrowly into the
condition of the wheel and axle-tree--the latter had sustained no damage
of any consequence, and the wheel, as far as I was able to judge, was
sound, being only slightly injured in the box. The only thing requisite
to set the chaise in a travelling condition appeared to be a linch-pin,
which I determined to make. Going to the companion wheel, I took out the
linch-pin, which I carried down with me to the dingle, to serve me as a
model.

I found Belle by this time dressed, and seated near the forge: with a
slight nod to her like that which a person gives who happens to see an
acquaintance when his mind is occupied with important business, I
forthwith set about my work. Selecting a piece of iron which I thought
would serve my purpose, I placed it in the fire, and, plying the bellows
in a furious manner, soon made it hot; then seizing it with the tongs, I
laid it on my anvil, and began to beat it with my hammer, according to
the rules of my art. The dingle resounded with my strokes. Belle sat
still, and occasionally smiled, but suddenly started up, and retreated
towards her encampment, on a spark, which I purpos