"Follow this straight course," said the councilman, pointing, "and ask again when you come to the open park."
Bidding the citizen good day, the traveler proceeded upon his way; nor did he pause until he had come to the park. Then, as he had been instructed to do, he made further inquiry at the door of a little shop.
"Yes, indeed, I can tell you," said the woman who came to the door, "for it was my husband who designed the pedestal for it. John!—another stranger to see the statue."
"In a moment," said her husband, from the back of the shop. "How do you do, sir?" he asked, as he greeted the traveler. "Your face seems to me a familiar one. Where have I seen you? Never been here before? Ah, I must have been mistaken. A chance resemblance, no doubt! Turn to the right, and follow this wall, and you will soon reach the statue, for which I designed the pedestal, as the good people of this town will tell you."
The traveler withdrew, and walked leisurely along by the wall. At the first corner he met a workingman who was carving a bit of stonework on a fence-post.
"A stranger, sir?" inquired the workman, as the traveler approached. "To see the statue, no doubt?"
"Yes," said the traveler.
"A good bit of work, and well worth your time. Many 's the long day I have worked over it. I carved the block, and never did a better bit of work! Turn to the left—but, wait! Here is a man who can show you the way. Henry!"
As he spoke a man who was driving a heavy wagon drew up near the sidewalk.
"Can you show this gentleman the way to the statue?"
"Can I?—when you know well enough that I drew the statue to its place with this very horse and wagon. Come, my friend,
