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Cypser THE CABMAN’S STORY The Mysteries of a London -Growler- We had to take a -growler,- for the day looked rather threatening and we agreed that it would be a very bad way of beginning our holiday by getting wet, especially when Fanny was only just coming round from the whooping cough.
Holidays were rather scarce with us, and when we took one we generally arranged some little treat, and went in for enjoying ourselves.
On this occasion we were starting off from Hammersmith to the Alexandra Palace in all the dignity of a four-wheeler.
What with the wife and her sister, and Tommy and Fanny and Jack, the inside was pretty well filled up, so I had to look out for myself.
I didn’t adopt the plan of John Gilpin under similar circumstances, but I took my waterproof and climbed up beside the driver. This driver was a knowing-looking old veteran, with a weather-beaten face and white side whiskers.
It has always seemed to me that a London cabman is about the shrewdest of the human race, but this specimen struck me as looking like the shrewdest of the cabmen.
I tried to draw him out a bit as we jogged along, for I am always fond of a chat; but he was a bit rusty until I oiled his tongue with glass of gin when we got as far as the -Green Anchor.- Then he rattled away quickly enough, and some of what he said is worth trying to put down in black and w...


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