Their father and mother are to
follow in the gig, at a later hour in the day, expecting to overtake them
about half-way on the road.--Through the neighbouring village they pass,
out upon the lonely highway.
"Some seeds are borne to the place of their destiny by their own wings and
the wings of the wind, some by the wings of birds, some by simple
gravitation. The seed of my story, namely, the covered cart, sent forth to
find the soil for its coming growth, is dragged by a stout horse to the
sea-shore; and as it oscillates from side to side like a balloon trying to
walk, I shall say something of its internal constitution, and principally
of its germ; for, regarded as the seed of my story, a pale boy of thirteen
is the germ of the cart. First, though he will be of little use to us
afterwards, comes a great strong boy of sixteen, who considerably despises
this mode of locomotion, believing himself quite capable of driving his
mother in the gig, whereas he is only destined to occupy her place in the
evening, and return with his father.
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