'Just what's up on this train? It seems bughouse to me.'

when I had recovered a little, Friday (said I) God will at last punish him severely

[…] I was induced to quit Leeds ſooner than uſual, as the concourſe of company which would aſſemble on that occaſion was expected to be very numerous and productive, and of courſe I could not idly let ſlip ſuch a lucrative proſpect but muſt have a dabble for the loaves and fiſhes.

I stepped inside and the odor of wacky tobaccy lingered in the air.