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"And the booths of mountebanks, / With the smell of tan and planks. " / LONGFELLOW.
The jolting had ceased, and it was quite dark before Duke and Pamela awoke. But through the little window of the van came twinkling lights, and as they sat up and looked about them they heard a good many unusual sounds -- the voices of people outside calling to each other, the noise of wheels along stony roadways -- a sort of general clatter and movement which soon told that the encampment for the night was not, as hitherto, on the edge of some quiet village or on a lonely moor.