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Once more I am going to ask you to take your seat with me on the ideal / equivalent of the Magic Carpet and skim across another time-gulf some / half-century wide. This time we alight on the morning of Monday, July / 5, 1742, before the door of a double-fronted shop, one side of which is / devoted to the sale of groceries and the other to the drapery business. / This shop is situated in a little village on the Yorkshire coast a few / miles from Whitby, Staithes, or more exactly The Staithes, so called / from the local name for a pier or sea-wall of wood jutting out a few / feet into the German Ocean, and built partly to protect the little bay / from the North Sea rollers and partly to afford accommodation for the / fishing-boats and colliers.
The shop belongs to a substantial citizen of Staithes named Saunderson, / and this morning Mr. Saunderson is a very angry man. In fact, if we go / into the shop, which is not yet open, we shall find him with a cane / or some similar weapon in his hand, leaning behind the counter and / hitting blindly at a bed there is beneath it, shouting the while sundry / excellent maxims on the virtue of early rising, especially modified for / the benefit of apprentices.