In short, Mrs. Grizzle
was continually engaged in this negotiation for the space of ten
days, during which, the commodore was so incessantly pestered with
her remonstrances, and the admonitions of his associates, that he
swore his people had a design upon his life, which becoming a burden
to him, he at last complied, and was conducted to the scene like
a victim to the altar, or rather like a reluctant bear, when he is
led to the stake amidst the shouts and cries of butchers and their
dogs. After all, this victory was not quite so decisive as the
conquerors imagined; for the patient being set, and the performer
prepared with a pair of pincers, a small difficulty occurred:
she could not for some time discern one black hair on the whole
superficies of Mr. Trunnion's face, when Mrs. Grizzle, very much
alarmed and disconcerted, had recourse to a magnifying-glass that
stood upon her toilet; and, after a most accurate examination,
discovered a fibre of a dusky hue, to which the instrument being
applied, Mrs. Pickle pulled it up by the roots, to the no small
discomposure of the owner, who, feeling the smart much more severe
than he had expected, started up, and swore he would not part with
another hair to save them all from damnation.
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