`` A hot , and dusty day ! '' cry the poor pilgrims , as they wipe their begrimed foreheads , and woo the doubtful breeze which the river bears along with it . `` Awful hot ! Dreadful dusty ! '' answers the sympathetic toll-gatherer . They start again , to pass through the fiery furnace , while he re-enters his cool hermitage , and besprinkles it with a pail of briny water from the stream beneath . He thinks within himself , that the sun is not so fierce here as elsewhere , and that the gentle air does not forget him in these sultry days . Yes , old friend ; and a quiet heart will make a dog-day temperate . He hears a weary footstep , and perceives a traveller with pack and staff , who sits down upon the hospitable bench , and removes the hat from his wet brow . The toll-gatherer administers a cup of cold water , and discovering his guest to be a man of homely sense , he engages him in profitable talk , uttering the maxims of a philosophy which he has found in his own soul , but knows not how it came there . And as the wayfarer makes ready to resume his journey , he tells him a sovereign remedy for blistered feet . Now comes the noontide hour , -- of all the hours nearest akin to midnight ; for each has its own calmness and repose . Soon , however , the world begins to turn again upon its axis , and it seems the busiest epoch of the day ; when an accident impedes the march of sublunary things . The draw being lifted to permit the passage of a schooner , laden with wood from the Eastern forests , she sticks immovably , right athwart the bridge ! Meanwhile , on both sides of the chasm , a throng of impatient travellers fret and fume . Here are two sailors in a gig , with the top thrown back , both puffing cigars , and swearing all sorts of forecastle oaths ; there , in a smart chaise , a dashingly dressed gentleman and lady , he from a tailor 's shop-board ; and she from a milliner 's hack room , -- the aristocrats of a summer afternoon . And what are the haughtiest of us , but the ephemeral aristocrats of a summer 's day ? Here is a tin-peddler , whose glittering ware bedazzles all beholders , like a travelling meteor , or opposition sun ; and on the other side a seller of spruce-beer , which brisk liquor is confined in several dozen of stone bottles . Here comes a party of ladies on horseback , in green riding-habits , and gentlemen attendant ; and there a flock of sheep for the market , pattering over the bridge with a multitudinous clatter of their little hoofs . Here a Frenchman , with a hand-organ on his shoulder ; and there an itinerant Swiss jeweller .
On this side , heralded by a blast XXXXX clarions and bugles , appears a train of wagons , conveying all the wild beasts of a caravan ; and on that , a company of summer soldiers , marching from village to village on a festival campaign , attended by the `` brass band . ''
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