Identifier: christmascarol00dick2 (find matches)
Title: A Christmas carol
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Coburn, Frederick Simpson
Subjects: Christmas stories Misers
Publisher: New York : Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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red to know him; and whenthey saw him coming on, would tug theirowners into doorways and up courts ; andthen would wag their tails as though theysaid, No eye at all is better than an evileye, dark master ! But what did Scrooge care ? It was thevery thing he liked. To edge his way alongthe crowded paths of life, warning all hu-man sympathy to keep its distance, waswhat the knowing ones call nuts toScrooge. H Cbristmas Carol Once upon a time — of all the good days inthe year, on Christmas Eve — old Scrooge satbusy in his counting-house. It was cold,bleak, biting weather : foggy withal : and hecould hear thepeople in thecourt outside gowheezingupanddown, beatingtheir hands upontheir breasts, andstamping theirfeet upon thepavement-stonesto warm them.The City clockshad only justgone three, butit was quite darkalready: it hadnot been light allday: and candleswere flaring inthe windows ofthe neighbour-ing offices, like ruddy smears upon the pal-pable brown air. The fog came pouring in at
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Warning all human sympathy to keepits distancer H Cbrtstmas Carol every chink and keyhole, and was so densewithout, that although the court was of thenarrowest, the houses opposite were merephantoms. To see the dingy cloud comedrooping down, obscuring everything, onemight have thought that Nature lived hardby, and was brewing on a large scale. The door of Scrooges counting-house wasopen that he might keep his eye upon hisclerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, asort of tank, was copying letters. Scroogehad a very small fire, but the clerks fire wasso very much smaller that it looked like onecoal. But he could nt replenish it, for Scroogekept the coal-box in his own room ; and sosurely as the clerk came in with the shovel,the master predicted that it would be neces-sary for them to part. Wherefore the clerkput on his white comforter, and tried to warmhimself at the candle ; in which effort, notbeing a man of a strong imagination, he failed. A merry Christmas, uncle ! God saveyou ! c

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