Hi and I'm

Hi and welcome back to Nighty Night,

Bedtime stories to keep you awake.

My name is Robius Chaudhry and I'm your host. This week we

return to finish Nathaniel Hawthorne story Feather Top in part two when we find out

what happens to our gentleman scarecrow when he ventures out into the big scary world.

Feather Top Part 2. The Times in the forenoon when the principal street of the neighboring town was just at its

acme of life and bustle.

A stranger, a very distinguished figure was seen on the sidewalk.

His port as well as his garments betokened nothing short of nobility.

He wore a richly embroidered plum-colored coat, a waistcoat of costly velvet, magnificently adorned with golden foliage,

a pair of splendid scarlet breeches, and the finest and glossiest of white silk stockings. His head was covered with the Peruke, so daintily

powdered and adjusted that it would have been sacrilege to disorder it with a hat, which therefore,

and it was a gold-laced hat, set off with a snowy feather, he carried

beneath his arm. On the breast of his coat glistened a star. He managed his gold-headed king with an airy grace peculiar to the fine

gentleman of the period and to give the highest possible finish to his equipment he had

lace ruffles at his wrist of a most ethereal delicacy,

sufficiently avouching how idle and aristocratic must be the hands which they

have concealed. It was a remarkable point in the accoutriment of this brilliant personage that he held in his

left hand a fantastic kind of pipe with an exquisitely painted bowl and an amber mouthpiece.

This he applied to his lips as often as every five or six paces and inhaled a deep whiff of smoke,

which after being retained a moment in his lungs might be seen to Eddie gracefully

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