Some time since, J. Sabin, the well-known book antiquarian of New York, related a very amusing story to me of a clergyman from Rhode Island coming into his store and inquiring whether he wished to purchase an Indian Bible. At once Mr. Sabin replied that he did, and that he would pay him five hundred dollars for it. The clergyman was delighted, returned to his home in Rhode Island, and, fearing to intrust so costly a relic to the express, determined to carry it himself to the city. With great eagerness he opened in Mr. Sabin's presence, when the latter, equally surprised and amused, exclaimed,— "Why, sir, that's not an Indian Bible!" "Not an Indian Bible!" "Why, no, sir
Some time since, J. Sabin, the well-known book antiquarian of New York, related a very amusing story to me of a clergyman from Rhode Island coming into his store and inquiring whether he wished to purchase an Indian Bible. At once Mr. Sabin replied that he did, and that he would pay him five hundred dollars for it. The clergyman was delighted, returned to his home in Rhode Island, and, fearing to intrust so costly a relic to the express, determined to carry it himself to the city. With great eagerness he opened in Mr. Sabin's presence, when the latter, equally surprised and amused, exclaimed,— "Why, sir, that's not an Indian Bible!" "Not an Indian Bible!" "Why, no, sir