the peterkin papers-第13章
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more thicknesses of paper you put round it the louder it would go off。 You must pound it with a hammer。 Solomon John felt it must be perfectly safe； as his mother had taken potash for a medicine。
He still held the parcel as he read from Agamemnon's book： 〃This paste； when it has lain together about twenty…six hours； will of itself take fire； and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and a bad smell。〃
〃Where is the paste？〃 repeated Solomon John； in terror。
〃We made it just twenty…six hours ago；〃 said Agamemnon。
〃We put it on the piazza；〃 exclaimed Solomon John； rapidly recalling the facts； 〃and it is in front of our mother's feet！〃
He hastened to snatch the paste away before it should take fire； flinging aside the packet in his hurry。 Agamemnon； jumping upon the piazza at the same moment； trod upon the paper parcel； which exploded at once with the shock； and he fell to the ground； while at the same moment the paste 〃fulminated〃 into a blue flame directly in front of Mrs。 Peterkin！
It was a moment of great confusion。 There were cries and screams。 The bells were still ringing； the cannon firing； and Mr。 Peterkin had just reached the closing words： 〃Our lives； our fortunes； and our sacred honor。〃
〃We are all blown up； as I feared we should be；〃 Mrs。 Peterkin at length ventured to say； finding herself in a lilac…bush by the side of the piazza。 She scarcely dared to open her eyes to see the scattered limbs about her。
It was so with all。 Even Ann Maria Bromwick clutched a pillar of the piazza； with closed eyes。
At length Mr。 Peterkin said； calmly； 〃Is anybody killed？〃
There was no reply。 Nobody could tell whether it was because everybody was killed； or because they were too wounded to answer。 It was a great while before Mrs。 Peterkin ventured to move。
But the little boys soon shouted with joy； and cheered the success of Solomon John's fireworks； and hoped he had some more。 One of them had his face blackened by an unexpected cracker； and Elizabeth Eliza's muslin dress was burned here and there。 But no one was hurt； no one had lost any limbs； though Mrs。 Peterkin was sure she had seen some flying in the air。 Nobody could understand how； as she had kept her eyes firmly shut。
No greater accident had occurred than the singeing of the tip of Solomon John's nose。 But there was an unpleasant and terrible odor from the 〃fulminating paste。〃
Mrs。 Peterkin was extricated from the lilac…bush。 No one knew how she got there。
Indeed； the thundering noise had stunned everybody。 It had roused the neighborhood even more than before。 Answering explosions came on every side； and； though the sunset light had not faded away； the little boys hastened to send off rockets under cover of the confusion。 Solomon John's other fireworks would not go。 But all felt he had done enough。
Mrs。 Peterkin retreated into the parlor； deciding she really did have a headache。 At times she had to come out when a rocket went off； to see if it was one of the little boys。 She was exhausted by the adventures of the day； and almost thought it could not have been worse if the boys had been allowed gunpowder。 The distracted lady was thankful there was likely to be but one Centennial Fourth in her lifetime； and declared she should never more keep anything in the house as dangerous as saltpetred beef； and she should never venture to take another spoonful of potash。
THE PETERKINS' PICNIC。 THERE was some doubt about the weather。 Solomon John looked at the 〃Probabilities；〃 there were to be 〃areas〃 of rain in the New England States。
Agamemnon thought if they could only know where the areas of rain were to be they might go to the others。 Mr。 Peterkin proposed walking round the house in a procession； to examine the sky。 As they returned they met Ann Maria Bromwick； who was to go； much surprised not to find them ready。
Mr。 and Mrs。 Peterkin were to go in the carryall； and take up the lady from Philadelphia； and Ann Maria； with the rest； was to follow in a wagon； and to stop for the daughters of the lady from Philadelphia。 The wagon arrived； and so Mr。 Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall。
A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days； where anybody could put anything that would be needed for the picnic as soon as it was thought of。
Agamemnon had already decided to take a thermometer； somebody was always complaining of being too hot or too cold at a picnic； and it would be a great convenience to see if she really were so。 He thought now he might take a barometer； as 〃Probabilities〃 was so uncertain。 Then； if it went down in a threatening way； they could all come back。
The little boys had tied their kites to the basket。 They had never tried them at home； it might be a good chance on the hills。 Solomon John had put in some fishing…poles； Elizabeth Eliza； a book of poetry。 Mr。 Peterkin did not like sitting on the ground； and proposed taking two chairs； one for himself and one for anybody else。 The little boys were perfectly happy； they jumped in and out of the wagon a dozen times； with new india…rubber boots； bought for the occasion。
Before they started； Mrs。 Peterkin began to think she had already had enough of the picnic； what with going and coming； and trying to remember things。 So many mistakes were made。 The things that were to go in the wagon were put in the carryall； and the things in the carryall had to be taken out for the wagon！
Elizabeth Eliza forgot her water…proof； and had to go back for her veil； and Mr。
Peterkin came near forgetting his umbrella。
Mrs。 Peterkin sat on the piazza and tried to think。 She felt as if she must have forgotten something； she knew she must。 Why could not she think of it now； before it was too late？ It seems hard any day to think what to have for dinner； but how much easier now it would be to stay at home quietly and order the dinner；…and there was the butcher's cart！ But now they must think of everything。
At last she was put into the carryall； and Mr。 Peterkin in front to drive。
Twice they started； and twice they found something was left behind；…the loaf of fresh brown bread on the back piazza； and a basket of sandwiches on the front porch。 And just as the wagon was leaving； the little boys shrieked； 〃The basket of things was left behind！〃
Everybody got out of the wagon。 Agamemnon went back into the house； to see if anything else were left。 He looked into the closets； he shut the front door； and was so busy that he forgot to get into the wagon himself。 It started off and went down the street without him！
He was wondering what he should do if he were left behind （why had they not thought to arrange a telegraph wire to the back wheel of the wagon； so that he might have sent a message in such a case！）； when the Bromwicks drove out of their yard in their buggy； and took him in。
They joined the rest of the party at Tatham Corners； where they were all to meet and consult where they were to go。 Mrs。 Peterkin called to Agamemnon； as soon as he appeared。 She had been holding the barometer and the thermometer； and they waggled so that it troubled her。 It was hard keeping the thermometer out of the sun； which would make it so warm。 It really took away her pleasure； holding the things。 Agamemnon decided to get into the carryall； on the seat with his father； and take the barometer and thermometer。
The consultation went on。 Should they go to Cherry Swamp； or Lonetown Hill？ You had the view if you went to Lonetown Hill； but maybe the drive to Cherry Swamp was prettier。
Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia； as the picnic was got up for her。
But where was she？
〃I declare；〃 said Mr。 Peterkin； 〃I forgot to stop for her！〃 The whole picnic there； and no lady from Philadelphia！
It seemed the horse had twitched his head in a threatening manner as they passed the house； and Mr。 Peterkin had forgotten to stop； and Mrs。 Peterkin had been so busy managing the thermometers that she had not noticed； and the wagon had followed on behind。
Mrs。 Peterkin was in despair。 She knew they had forgotten something！ She did not like to have Mr。 Peterkin make a short tu
