You were silent, and it is uncomfortable for two people to sit together without opening their lips--at least, I think so." "One only feels uncomfortable," said I, "in being silent, when one happens to be thinking of the individual with whom one is in company.

To tell you the truth, I was not thinking of my companion, but of certain company with whom I had been at the public-house." "Really, young man," said Belle, "you are not over complimentary; but who may this wonderful company have been--some young-- ?" and here Belle stopped.
"No," said I, "there was no young person--if person you were going to say.

There was a big portly landlord, whom I dare say you have seen; a noisy, savage radical, who wanted at first to fasten upon me a quarrel about America, but who subsequently drew in his horns; then there was a strange fellow, a prowling priest, I believe, whom I have frequently heard of, who at first seemed disposed to side with the radical against me, and afterwards with me against the radical.

There, you know my company, and what took place." "Was there no one else ?" said Belle.
"You are mighty curious," said I.

"No, none else, except a poor simple mechanic, and some common company, who soon went away." Belle looked at me for a moment, and then appeared to be lost in thought.
"America," said she musingly--"America!" "What of America ?" said I.
"I have heard that it is a mighty country." "I dare say it is," said I; "I have heard my father say that the Americans are first-rate marksmen." "I heard nothing about that," said Belle; "what I heard was, that it is a great and goodly land, where people can walk about without jostling, and where the industrious can always find bread; I have frequently thought of going thither." "Well," I said, "the radical in the public-house will perhaps be glad of your company thither; he is as great an admirer of America as yourself, though I believe on different grounds." "I shall go by myself," said Belle, "unless--unless that should happen which is not likely.