As I passed this party , I saw behind the lady 's chair a maid , with a clothes-pin in her hand , and no nose . She sobbingly told me a bird had nipped it off ; and I gave her a bit of court-plaster , which I fortunately had in my pocket . Another couple were dividing their meat in a queer way ; for one took all the fat , and the other all the lean . The next people were odder still ; for the man looked rather guilty , and seemed to be hiding a three-peck measure under his chair , while he waited for his wife to bring on some cold barley-pudding , which , to my surprise , she was frying herself . I also saw a queer moonstruck-looking man inquiring the way to Norridge ; and another man making wry faces over some plum-pudding , with which he had burnt his mouth , because his friend came down too soon . I ordered pease-porridge hot , and they brought it cold ; but I did n't wait for any thing else , being in a hurry to see all there was to be seen on this strange island . Feeling refreshed , I strolled on , passing a jolly old gentleman smoking and drinking , while three fiddlers played before him . As I turned into a road that led toward a hill , a little boy , riding a dapple-gray pony , and an old lady on a white horse , with bells ringing somewhere , trotted by me , followed by a little girl , who wished to know where she could buy a penny bun . I told her the best were at Newmarch 's , in Bedford Street , and she ran on , much pleased ; but I 'm afraid she never found that best of bake-shops . I was going quietly along , when the sound of another horse coming made me look round ; and there I saw a dreadful sight , -- a wild horse , tearing over the ground , with fiery eyes and streaming tail . On his back sat a crazy man , beating him with a broom ; a crazy woman was behind him , with her bonnet on wrong side before , holding one crazy child in her lap , while another stood on the horse ; a third was hanging on by one foot , and all were howling at the top of their voices as they rushed by . I scrambled over the wall to get out of the way , and there I saw more curious sights . Two blind men were sitting on the grass , trying to see two lame men who were hobbling along as hard as they could ; and , near by , a bull was fighting a bee in the most violent manner . This rather alarmed me ; and I scrambled back into the road again , just as a very fine lady jumped over a barberry-bush near by , and a gentleman went flying after , with a ring in one hand and a stick in the other . `` What very odd people they have here ! '' I thought . Close by was a tidy little house under the hill , and in it a tidy little woman who sold things to eat . Being rather hungry , in spite of my porridge , I bought a baked apple and a cranberry-pie ; for she said they were good , and I found she told the truth . As I sat eating my pie , some dogs began to bark ; and by came a troop of beggars , some in rags , and some in old velvet gowns . A drunken grenadier was with them , who wanted a pot of beer ; but as he had no money , the old woman sent him about his business .
On my way up the hill , I saw a little boy crying over a dead pig , and his sister , who XXXXX to be dead also .
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