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A man describes his birth and upbringing through the adventures of his family.

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into the country, I would work under your Honour’s directions like a horse, and make fortifications for you something like a tansy, with all their batteries, saps, ditches, and palisadoes, that it should be worth all the world’s riding twenty miles to go and see it.

My uncle Toby blushed as red as scarlet as Trim went on;⁠—but it was not a blush of guilt,⁠—of modesty,⁠—or of anger,⁠—it was a blush of joy;⁠—he was fired with Corporal Trim’s project and description.⁠⸺⁠ Trim! said my uncle Toby , thou hast said enough.⁠—We might begin the campaign, continued Trim , on the very day that his Majesty and the Allies take the field, and demolish them town by town as fast as⁠— Trim , quoth my uncle Toby , say no more. Your Honour, continued Trim , might sit in your armchair (pointing to it) this fine weather, giving me your orders, and I would⁠⸺⁠Say no more, Trim , quoth my uncle Toby ⁠⸺⁠Besides, your Honour would get not only pleasure and good pastime,⁠—but good air, and good exercise, and good health,⁠—and your Honour’s wound would be well in a month. Thou hast said enough, Trim ,⁠—quoth my uncle Toby (putting his hand into his breeches-pocket)⁠⸺⁠I like thy project mightily.⁠—And if your Honour pleases, I’ll this moment go and buy a pioneer’s spade to take down with us, and I’ll bespeak a shovel and a pickaxe, and a couple of⁠⸺⁠Say no more, Trim , quoth my uncle Toby , leaping up upon one leg, quite overcome with rapture,⁠—and thrusting a guinea into Trim’s hand,⁠— Trim , said my uncle Toby , say no more;⁠—but go down, Trim , this moment, my lad, and bring up my supper this instant.

Trim ran down and brought up his master’s supper,⁠⸺⁠to no purpose:⁠— Trim’s plan of operation ran so in my uncle Toby’s head, he could not taste it.⁠— Trim , quoth my uncle Toby , get me to bed.⁠—’Twas all one.⁠—Corporal Trim’s description had fired his imagination,⁠—my uncle Toby could not shut his eyes.⁠—The more he considered it, the more bewitching the scene appeared to him;⁠—so that, two full hours before daylight, he had come to a final determination, and had concerted the whole plan of his and Corporal Trim’s decampment.

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