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when perfectly quiet and serene–they must be flopped around, tucked in,
nose wiped, until their little patience is exhausted, then their face covered
and hands muffled in the smothering veil until the forced sleeper awakens
with red cheeks and sweaty hair, so afraid of a little fresh air.
In the dark valley at Les Ouches our Frenchman leaves, the Conductor
takes his place, hatched face little German with a scattering moustache, all
activity and smiles, bad breath, and teeth innocent of a brush.
The woman and the babe are his, they are proud of the pretty darling as
well they may be, they know his value, money value, because
a wealthy childless lady lately offered them 30,000 francs ($6000.) for
it. His name is Adolph, 6 1/2 months old, no teeth.
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At Sallanches we again find our large 5 Horse Diligence, and
assume our proper positions upon the 1st Banquet. Woman,
babe, conductor, chair, traps and Dog all follow us, bound for Geneva.
Drivers, Conductors, mechanics, peasants, nearly all men are wearing
the blue cotton blouse, no girdle, not like our linnen dusters, but short
exactly like a shirt astray. The Drivers long lash again
begins its frequent deefing [ deafening?] [sic] cracks. Keeping the foot passengers in a state
of nervous dodging, as he cracks now near the left leader, then the
right leader, then beside the followers then a succession in the space
overhead, then at a leaf or flower beside the road skillfully
touch any spot desired, stray dogs or other animals must beware
Our elevated view is grand, but the tobacco smoke from the Conductor and Driver
in front would be disagreable to many. Cloudless.