sort o' pride in pullin' out hes purse.

"'Talk 'bout fun'rals!' says he, 'I reckon this es suthin' _like_.
Adm'ral Nelson! why, Adm'ral Nelson didn' cost ha'f so much! An' you
ain't but a Commodore,' says he. 'Devil fly away wi' 'ee, maaster,
but so long as the coin lasts Sam won't cry 'Woa!''

"The words warn't fairly out o' hes mouth, sir, when the train draws
up, an' in steps another man. He comed in so quiet that Sam didn'
see 'un at first; but when he turned roun', there was the man
standin' an' starin' at 'un. 'Twas a strange-looking party, dressed
i' black--a better-most body, like.

"'Aw, good eveling!' says Sam.

"'Good eveling,' says the man i' black, an' nods t'wards the chest.
'How's deceased?'

"'Gettin' a bit costly,' answers Sam, 'but doin' purty well,
consederin'. You'm wantin' more fees, I reckon'; an' wi' that he
dives hes hand into hes trowsy-pocket.

"'I don't want no fees,' says the man.

"Sam was knacked 'pon a heap wi' this.

"'Well, then, you'm the fust man I've a-met in Spain as doesn',' he
says.

"That ain't onlikely,' says the man; and Sam noticed for the fust
time that he'd a-been speakin' English all along. 'I be
a-travellin', same as you,' he adds.

"'You'll 'scuse me, sir, but this compartment es resarved.'

"'That's a pity,' says the stranger, ''cos the train's a-started.'

"So 'twas. Sam hadn' a-noticed et, but they was movin' on.
Hows'ever, he detarmined to make the best o't; so he ups and says,
perlite-like--

"'Terrable hot weather this, ain't et, sir?' Somehow et seemed to
Sam as ef et had got hotter sence the stranger comed in.

"'I don't feel so mighty hot,' says the man. 'But there, I've a-been
a gude deal in hot countries. How's deceased takin' the journey?'
says he.

"'He ain't complainin'; but, then, in life he warn't a complainin'
sort. Aw, sir, but a man must be over-nice ef a fun'ral like thes
don't satisfy 'n. Phew! but 'tes awful!'

"'What's awful?'

"'The heat,' answers Sam, moppin' his forehead; 'but I s'pose you'm
a traveller, an' 'customed to heat.'

"'Why, iss,' says t'other, 'I do travel a purty passel to an' fro
'pon th' earth. Few folks travels more'n me.'

"Well, et kep' gettin' hotter an' hotter; an' Sam cussed an' mopped,
an' mopped an' cussed, an' all the time the stranger were cool an'
aisy. He kep' axin', too, 'bout th' ould Commodore an' hes past
life, an' 'peared to take interes' in Sam, an' altogither seemed a
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