Ah the secrets that can be hidden inside a cane! I love using this
When I was a child, my granddad used to tell me that there were special farms for growing walking canes. I don’t know if he meant to play a joke, but I imagined fields of green cane with curly tops, waiting to ripen and harden and then be harvested for market. I have never really gotten over my attraction to canes in all shapes and forms. I never was naughty enough to receive a caning at school, so all my experiences with canes have been positive.
Imagine my delight to discover that in the Victorian era, canes were used to secrete items that a gentleman or gentlewoman might not like to parade about in public. Doctors were sometime attacks for the drugs or expensive implements they carried, or a gem merchant for his goods. But if they were hidden away in a cane, an…
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