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married
families._

CHAPTER XI.
_In which the history is continued._

CHAPTER XII.
_Where the good-natured reader will see something which will give
him no great pleasure._

CHAPTER XIII
_The history, returning to the Lady Booby, gives some account of the
terrible conflict in her breast between love and pride, with what
happened on the present discovery._

CHAPTER XIV.
_Containing several curious night-adventures, in which Mr Adams fell

into many hair-breadth scapes, partly owing to his goodness, and partly
to his inadvertency._

CHAPTER XV.
_The arrival of Gaffar and Gammar Andrews with another person not
much expected, and a perfect solution of the difficulties raised by the
pedlar._

CHAPTER XVI.
_Being the last. In which this true history is brought to a happy
conclusion._
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
MR WILSON RELATES HIS HISTORY PARSON ADAMS HE RAN
TOWARDS HER

BOOK II.--continued.

CHAPTER XIV.
_An interview between parson Adams and parson Trulliber._
Parson Adams came to the house of parson Trulliber, whom he found
stript into his waistcoat, with an apron on, and a pail in his hand, just
come from serving his hogs; for Mr Trulliber was a parson on Sundays,
but all the other six might more properly be called a farmer. He
occupied a small piece of land of his own, besides which he rented a
considerable deal more. His wife milked his cows, managed his dairy,
and followed the markets with butter and eggs. The hogs fell chiefly to
his care, which he carefully waited on at home, and attended to fairs; on
which occasion he was liable to many jokes, his own size being, with
much ale, rendered little inferior to that of the beasts he sold. He was
indeed one of the largest men you should see, and could have acted the
part of Sir John Falstaff without stuffing. Add to this that the rotundity
of his belly was considerably increased by the shortness of his stature,

his shadow ascending very near as far in height, when he lay on his
back, as when he stood on his legs. His voice was loud and hoarse, and
his accents extremely broad. To complete the whole, he had a
stateliness in his gait, when he walked, not unlike that of a goose, only
he stalked slower.
Mr Trulliber, being informed that somebody wanted to speak with him,
immediately slipt off his apron and clothed himself in an old
night-gown, being the dress in which he always saw his company at
home. His wife, who informed him of Mr Adams's arrival, had made a
small mistake; for she had told her husband, "She believed there was a
man come for some of his hogs." This supposition made Mr Trulliber
hasten with the utmost expedition to attend his guest. He no sooner saw
Adams than, not in the least doubting the cause of his errand to be what
his wife had imagined, he told him, "He was come in very good time;
that he expected a dealer that very afternoon;" and added, "they were
all pure and fat, and upwards of twenty score a-piece." Adams
answered, "He believed he did not know him." "Yes, yes," cried
Trulliber, "I have seen you often at fair; why, we have dealt before now,
mun, I warrant you. Yes, yes," cries he, "I remember thy face very well,
but won't mention a word more till you have seen them, though I have
never sold thee a flitch of such bacon as is now in the stye." Upon
which he laid violent hands on Adams, and dragged him into the
hog-stye, which was indeed but two steps from his parlour window.
They were no sooner arrived there than he cry'd out, "Do but handle
them! step in, friend! art welcome to handle them, whether dost buy or
no." At which words, opening the gate, he pushed Adams into the
pig-stye, insisting on it that he should handle them before he would talk
one word with him.
Adams, whose natural complacence was beyond any artificial, was
obliged to comply before he was suffered to explain himself; and,
laying hold on one of their tails, the unruly beast gave such a sudden
spring, that he threw poor Adams all along in the mire. Trulliber,
instead of assisting him to get up, burst into a laughter, and, entering
the stye, said to Adams, with some contempt, "Why, dost not know
how to handle a hog?" and was going to lay hold of one himself, but

Adams, who thought he had carried his complacence far enough, was
no sooner on his legs than he escaped out of the reach of the animals,
and cried out, "_Nihil habeo cum porcis_: I am a clergyman, sir, and
am not come to buy hogs." Trulliber answered, "He was