The Clockmaker

They found her extremely unsound there, and much worm-eaten."

"Worm-eaten," she continued, "how awful! It must have been them nasty jiggers, that got in there; they tell me they are dreadful thick in the West Indies; Joe Crow had them in his feet, and lost two of his toes. Worm-eaten, dear, dear! but still that ain"t so bad as having them great he-fellows strip one. I promise you if them Gulards had undertaken to strip me, I"d a taught them different guess manners; I"d a died first before I"d a submitted to it. I always heerd tell the English quality ladies were awful bold, but I never heerd the like o" that."

"What on airth are you drivin" at?" said Mr. Slick. "I never seed you so much out in your lat.i.tude afore, marm, I vow. We were talkin" of reparin" a vessel, not strippin" a woman; what under the sun could have put that "ere crotchet into your head?"

She looked mortified and humbled at the result of her own absurd curiosity, and soon quitted the room. "I thought I should have snorted right out two or three times," said the Clockmaker; "I had to pucker up my mouth like the upper eend of a silk puss, to keep from yawhawin" in her face, to hear the critter let her clapper run that fashion. She is not the first hand that has caught a lobster, by puttin" in her oar afore her turn, I guess. She"ll mind her steps next hitch, I reckon." This was our last breakfast at Amherst.

An early frost that smote the potato fields, and changed the beautiful green colour of the Indian corn into shades of light yellow, and dark brown, reminded me of the presence of autumn, of the season of short days and bad roads. I determined to proceed at once to Parrsboro", and thence by the Windsor and Kentville route to Annapolis, Yarmouth, and Shelburne, and to return by the sh.o.r.e road, through Liverpool and Lunenburg to Halifax. I therefore took leave (though not without much reluctance) of the Clockmaker, whose intention had been to go to Fort Lawrence.

"Well," said he, "I vow I am sorry to part company along with you; a considerable long journey like our"n, is like sitting up late with the gals, a body knows it"s getting on pretty well towards mornin", and yet feels loth to go to bed, for it"s just the time folks grow sociable. I got a scheme in my head," said he, "that I think will answer both on us; I got debts due to me in all them "ere places for clocks sold by the consarn; now suppose you leave your horse on these mashes this fall; he"ll get as fat as a fool, he won"t be able to see out of his eyes in a month; and I"ll put "Old Clay" (I call him Clay arter our senator, who is a prime bit of stuff) into a Yankee wagon I have here, and drive you all round the coast."

This was too good an offer to be declined. A run at gra.s.s for my horse, an easy and comfortable wagon, and a guide so original and amusing as Mr. Slick, were either of them enough to induce my acquiescence.

As soon as we had taken our seats in the wagon, he observed--

"We shall progress real handsum now; that "ere horse goes etarnal fast, he near about set my axle on fire twice. He"s a spanker you may depend. I had him when he was a two-year-old, all legs and tail, like a devil"s darnin" needle, and had him broke on purpose by father"s old n.i.g.g.e.r, January Snow. He knows English real well, and can do near about anything but speak it. He helped me once to gin a Bluenose a proper handsum quiltin"."

"He must have stood a poor chance indeed," said I, "a horse kickin", and a man striking him at the same time."

"Oh! not arter that pattern at all," said he, "Lord if Old Clay had kicked him, he"d a smashed him like that "ere sarcer you broke at Pugnose"s inn, into ten hundred thousand million flinders. Oh! no, if I didn"t fix his flint for him in fair play, it"s a pity. I"ll tell you how it was. I was up to Truro, at Ezra Whitter"s inn. There was an arbitration there atween Deacon Text and Deacon Faithful. Well, there was a "nation sight of folks there, for they said it was a biter bit, and they came to witness the sport, and to see which critter would get the earmark.

"Well, I"d been doin" a little business there among the folks, and had jist sot off for the river, mounted on Old Clay, arter takin" a gla.s.s of Ezra"s most particular handsum Jamaiky, and was trottin" off pretty slick, when who should I run agin but Tim Bradley. He is a dreadful ugly, cross-grained critter, as you e"enamost ever seed, when he is about half-shaved. Well, I stopped short, and says I, "Mr.

Bradley, I hope you bean"t hurt; I"m proper sorry I run agin you, you can"t feel uglier than I do about it, I do a.s.sure you." He called me a Yankee peddler, a cheatin" vagabond, a wooden nutmeg, and threw a good deal of a.s.sorted hardware of that kind at me; and the crowd of folks cried out, "Down with the Yankee!" "Let him have it Tim!"

"Teach him better manners!" and they carried on pretty high, I tell you. Well, I got my dander up too, I felt all up on eend like; and, thinks I to myself, My lad if I get a clever chance, I"ll give you such a quiltin" as you never had since you were raised from a seedlin", I vow. So says I, "Mr. Bradley, I guess you had better let me be; you know I can"t fight no more than a cow; I never was brought up to wranglin", and I don"t like it." "Haul off the cowardly rascal," they all bawled out, "haul him off, and lay it into him!" So he lays right hold of me by the collar, and gives me a pull, and I lets on as if I"d lost my balance and falls right down. Then I jumps up on eend, and says I "Go ahead Clay," and the old horse he sets off a head, so I knew I had him when I wanted him. Then says I, "I hope you are satisfied now, Mr. Bradley, with that "ere ungenteel fall you gin me." Well, he makes a blow at me, and I dodged it. "Now," says I, "you"ll be sorry for this, I tell you; I won"t be treated this way for nothin", I"ll go right off and swear my life agin you, I"m most afeerd you"ll murder me." Well, he strikes at me agin, thinkin" he had a genuine soft horn to deal with, and hits me in the shoulder.

"Now," says I, I won"t stand here to be lathered like a dog all day long this fashion, it ain"t pretty at all; I guess I"ll give you a chase for it." Off I sets arter my horse like mad, and he arter me (I did that to get clear of the crowd, so that I might have fair play at him). Well, I soon found I had the heels of him, and could play him as I liked. Then I slackened up a little, and when he came close up to me, so as nearly to lay his hand upon me, I squatted right whap down, all short, and he pitched over me near about a rod or so, I guess, on his head, and ploughed up the ground with his nose, the matter of a foot or two. If he didn"t polish up the coulter, and both mould boards of his face, it"s a pity. "Now," says I, "you had better lay where you be and let me go, for I am proper tired; I blow like a horse that"s got the heaves; and besides," says I, "I guess you had better wash your face, for I am most a feared you hurt yourself."

That riled him properly; I meant that it should; so he ups and at me awful spiteful like a bull; then I lets him have it, right, left, right, jist three corkers, beginning with the right hand, shifting to the left, and then with the right hand agin. This way I did it," said the Clockmaker (and he showed me the manner in which it was done); "it"s a beautiful way of hitting, and always does the business--a blow for each eye and one for the mouth. It sounds like ten pounds ten on a blacksmith"s anvil; I bunged up both eyes for him, and put in the dead lights in two tu"s, and drew three of his teeth, quicker a plaguy sight than the Truro doctor could, to save his soul alive.

"Now," says I, "my friend, when you recover your eye-sight I guess you"ll see your mistake--I warn"t born in the woods to be scared by an owl. The next time you feel in a most particular elegant good humour, come to me and I"ll play you the second part of that identical same tune, that"s a fact.

"With that, I whistled for Old Clay, and back he comes, and I mounted and off, jist as the crowd came up. The folks looked staggered, and wondered a little grain how it was done so cleverly in short metre.

If I didn"t quilt him in no time, you may depend; I went right slap into him, like a flash of lightning into a gooseberry bush. He found his suit ready made and fitted afore he thought he was half measured.

Thinks I, friend Bradley, I hope you know yourself now, for I vow no livin" soul would; your swallowed your soup without singin" out scaldin"s, and your near about a pint and a half nearer cryin" than larfin".

"Yes, as I was sayin", this Old Clay is a real knowin" one; he"s as spry as a colt yet, clear grit, ginger to the backbone; I can"t help a-thinkin" sometimes the breed must have come from old Kentuck, half horse, half alligator, with a cross of the airth-quake.

"I hope I may be teetotally ruinated, if I"d take eight hundred dollars for him. Go ahead, you old clinker built villain," said he, "and show the gentleman how wonderful handSUM you can travel. Give him the real Connecticut quick step. That"s it! that"s the way to carry the President"s message to Congress, from Washington to New York, in no time! that"s the go to carry a gal from Boston to Rhode Island, and trice her up to a Justice to be married, afore her father"s out of bed of a summer"s mornin". Ain"t he a beauty? a real doll? none of your c.u.mberland critters, that the more you quilt them, the more they won"t go; but a proper one, that will go free gratis for nothin", all out of his own head voluntERRILY. Yes, a horse like Old Clay, is worth the whole seed, breed and generation, of them Amherst beasts put together. He"s a horse, every inch of him, stock, lock, and barrel, is Old Clay."

No. XX

Sister Sall"s Courtship.

"There goes one of them "ere everlastin" rottin" poles in that bridge; they are no better than a trap for a critter"s leg," said the Clockmaker. "They remind me of a trap Jim Munroe put his foot in one night, that near about made one leg half a yard longer than t"other.

I believe I told you of him, what a desperate idle feller he was; he came from Onion County in Connecticut. Well, he was courtin" Sister Sall. She was a real handsum lookin" gal; you scarce ever seed a more out and out complete critter than she was--a fine figur" head, and a beautiful model of a craft as any in the state, a real clipper, and as full of fun and frolic as a kitten. Well he fairly turned Sall"s head; the more we wanted her to give him up the more she wouldn"t, and we got plaguy oneasy about it, for his character was none of the best. He was a univarsal favourite among the gals, and tho" he didn"t behave very pretty neither, forgetting to marry where he promised, and where he hadn"t ought to have forgot too; yet, so it was, he had such an uncommon winnin" way with him, he could talk them over in no time. Sall was fairly bewitched.

"At last, Father said to him one evening when he came a-courtin", "Jim," says he, "you"ll never come to no good, if you act like Old Scratch as you do; you ain"t fit to come into no decent man"s house at all, and your absence would be ten times more agreeable than your company, I tell you. I won"t consent to Sall"s goin" to them "ere huskin" parties and quiltin" frolics along with you no more, on no account, for you know how Polly Brown and Nancy White--" "Now don"t,"

says he, "now don"t, Uncle Sam, say no more about that; if you knowed all you wouldn"t say it was my fault; and besides, I have turned right about, I am on t"other tack now, and the long leg, too; I am as steady as a pump bolt now. I intend to settle myself and take a farm." "Yes yes, and you could stock it too, by all accounts, pretty well, unless you are much misreported," says father, "but it won"t do. I knew your father; he was our Sargeant; a proper clever and brave man he was too; he was one of the heroes of our glorious revolution. I had a great respect for him, and I am sorry for his sake you will act as you do; but I tell you once for all you must give up all thoughts of Sall, now and for everlastin"." When Sall heerd this, she began to knit away like mad in a desperate hurry; she looked foolish enough, that"s a fact. First she tried to bite in her breath, and look as if there was nothin" particular in the wind, then she blushed all over like scarlet fever, but she recovered that pretty soon; and then her colour went and came, and came and went, till at last she grew as white as chalk, and down she fell slap off her seat on the floor, in a faintin" fit. "I see," says father, "I see it now, you etarnal villain," and he made a pull at the old fashioned sword, that always hung over the fireplace (we used to call it old Bunker, for his stories always begun, "when I was at Bunker"s hill"), and drawing it out, he made a clip at him as wicked as if he was stabbing at a rat with a hay fork; but Jim, he outs of the door like a shot, and draws it too arter him, and father sends old Bunker right through the panel. "I"ll chop you up as fine as mince meat, you villain," said he, "if ever I catch you inside my door agin; mind what I tell you, YOU"LL SWING FOR IT YET." Well, he made himself considerable scarce arter that, he never sot foot inside the door agin, and I thought he had gin up all hopes of Sall, and she of him; when one night, a most particular uncommon dark night, as I was a-comin" home from neighbour Dearborne"s, I heerd some one a-talkin"

under Sall"s window. Well, I stops and listens, and who should it be near the ash saplin", but Jim Munroe, a-tryin" to persuade Sall to run off with him to Rhode Island to be married. It was all settled, he should come with a horse and shay to the gate, and then help her out of the window, jist at nine o"clock, about the time she commonly went to bed. Then he axes her to reach down her hand for him to kiss (for he was proper clever at soft sawder), and she stretches it down and he kisses it; and, says he, "I believe I must have the whole of you out arter all," and gives her a jirk that kinder startled her; it came so sudden like it made her scream; so off he sot, hot foot, and over the gate in no time.

"Well, I ciphered over this all night, a-calculatin" how I should reciprocate that trick with him, and at last I hit on a scheme. I recollected father"s words at partin", "MIND WHAT I TELL YOU, YOU"LL SWING FOR IT YET;" and thinks I, friend Jim, I"ll make that prophecy come true yet, I guess. So the next night, jist at dark, I gives January Snow, the old n.i.g.g.e.r, a nidge with my elbow, and as soon as he looks up, I winks and walks out and he arter me. Says I, "January can you keep your tongue within your teeth, you old n.i.g.g.e.r you?" "Why ma.s.sa, why you ax that "ere question? My Gor A"mity, you tink old Snow he don"t know dat "ere yet? My tongue he got plenty room now, debil a tooth left; he can stretch out ever so far; like a little leg in a big bed, he lay quiet enough, Ma.s.sa, neber fear." "Well, then,"

says I, "bend down that "ere ash saplin" softly, you old s...o...b..ll, and make no noise. The saplin" was no sooner bent than secured to the ground by a notched peg and a noose, and a slip-knot was suspended from the tree, jist over the track that led from the pathway to the house. "Why, my Gor, ma.s.sa, that"s a--" "Hold your mug, you old n.i.g.g.e.r," says I, "or I"ll send your tongue a-sarchin" arter your teeth; keep quiet, and follow me in presently."

"Well, jist as it struck nine o"clock, says I, "Sally, hold this here hank of twine for a minute, till I wind a trifle on it off; that"s a dear critter." She sot down her candle, and I put the twine on her hands, and then I begins to wind and wind away ever so slow, and drops the ball every now and then, so as to keep her downstairs.

"Sam," says she, "I do believe you won"t wind that "ere twine off all night, do give it to January; I won"t stay no longer, I"m e"enamost dead asleep." "The old feller"s arm is so plaguy onsteady," says I, "it won"t do; but hark, what"s that, I"m sure I heerd something in the ash saplin", didn"t you Sall?" "I heerd the geese there, that"s all," says she, "they always come under the windows at night;" but she looked scared enough, and says she, "I vow I"m tired a holdin"

out of my arms this way, and I won"t do it no longer;" and down she throw"d the hank on the floor. "Well," says I, "stop one minute, dear, till I send old January out to see if anybody is there; perhaps some o" neighbour Dearborne"s cattle have broke into the sarce garden. January went out, though Sall say"d it was no use, for she knew the noise of the geese, they always kept close to the house at night, for fear of the varmin. Presently in runs old Snow, with his hair standin" up an eend, and the whites of his eyes lookin"

as big as the rims of a soup plate. "Oh! Gor A"mity," said he, "oh ma.s.sa, oh Miss Sally, oh!" "What on airth is the matter with you?"

said Sally; "how you do frighten me; I vow I believe you"r mad."

"Oh my Gor," said he, "oh! ma.s.sa Jim Munroe he hang himself, on the ash saplin" under Miss Sally"s window--oh my Gor!" That shot was a settler, it struck poor Sall right atwixt wind and water; she gave a lurch ahead, then healed over and sunk right down in another faintin"

fit; and Juno, old Snow"s wife, carried her off and laid her down on the bed. Poor thing, she felt ugly enough, I do suppose.

"Well, father, I thought he"d a-fainted too, he was so struck up all of a heap, he was completely bung fungered. "Dear, dear," said he, "I didn"t think it would come to pa.s.s so soon, but I knew it would come; I foretold it; says I, the last time I seed him, "Jim," says I, "mind what I say, YOU"LL SWING FOR IT YET." Give me the sword I wore when I was at Bunker"s hill--maybe there is life yet--I"ll cut him down."

The lantern was soon made ready, and out we went to the ash saplin".

"Cut me down, Sam, that"s a good fellow," said Jim, "all the blood in my body has swashed into my head, and"s a-runnin" out o" my nose, I"m e"enamost smothered, be quick for heaven"s sake." "The Lord be praised," said father, "the poor sinner is not quite dead yet. Why, as I"m alive--well if that don"t beat all natur"! Why he has hanged himself by one leg, and"s a-swingin" like a rabbit upside down, that"s a fact. Why, if he ain"t snared, Sam; he is properly wired I declare--I vow this is some o" your doin"s, Sam--well it was a clever scheme too, but a little grain too dangerous, I guess." "Don"t stand staring and jawin" there all night," said Jim, "cut me down, I tell you--or cut my throat and be d.a.m.ned to you, for I am chokin" with blood." "Roll over that "ere hogshead, old Snow," said I, "till I get atop on it and cut him down." So I soon released him, but he couldn"t walk a bit. His ankle was swelled and sprained like vengeance, and he swore one leg was near about six inches longer than t"other. "Jim Munroe," says father, "little did I think I should ever see you inside my door agin, but I bid you enter now, we owe you that kindness, anyhow."

"Well, to make a long story short, Jim was so chop-fallen, and so down in the mouth, he begged for heaven"s sake it might be kept a secret; he said he would run the state, if ever it got wind, he was sure he couldn"t stand it. "It will be one while, I guess," said father, "afore you are able to run or stand either; but if you will give me your hand, Jim, and promise to give over your evil ways, I will not only keep it secret, but you shall be a welcome guest at old Sam Slick"s once more, for the sake of your father. He was a brave man, one of the heroes of Bunker"s hill; he was our Sergeant and--"

"He promises," says I, "father" (for the old man had stuck his right foot out, the way he always stood when he told about the old war; and as Jim couldn"t stir a peg, it was a grand chance, and he was a-goin" to give him the whole revolution from General Gage up to Independence), "he promises," says I, "father." Well it was all settled, and things soon grew as calm as a pan of milk two days old; and afore a year was over, Jim was as steady a-goin" man as Minister Joshua Hopewell, and was married to our Sall. Nothin" was ever said about the snare till arter the weddin". When the Minister had finished axin" a blessin", father goes up to Jim, and says he, "Jim Munroe, my boy," givin" him a rousin" slap on the shoulder that sot him a-coughin" for the matter of five minutes (for he was a mortal powerful man, was father), "Jim Munroe, my boy," says he, "you"ve got the snare round your neck, I guess now, instead of your leg; the saplin" has been a father to you, may you be the father of many saplin"s."

"We had a most special time of it, you may depend, all except the minister; father got him into a corner, and gave him chapter and verse for the whole war. Every now and then as I come near them, I heard Bunker"s Hill, Brandywine, Clinton, Gates, and so on. It was broad day when we parted, and the last that went was poor minister.

Father followed him clean down to the gate, and says he, "Minister, we hadn"t time this. .h.i.tch, or I"d a told you all about the evakyation of New York, but I"ll tell you that the next time we meet.""

No. XXI

Setting up for Governor.

"I never see one of them queer little old-fashioned teapots, like that "ere in the cupboard of Marm Pugwash," said the Clockmaker, "that I don"t think of Lawyer Crowningshield and his wife. When I was down to Rhode Island last, I spent an evening with them. Arter I had been there a while, the black house-help brought in a little home made dipped candle, stuck in a turnip sliced in two, to make it stand straight, and set it down on the table. "Why," says the lawyer to his wife, "Increase my dear, what on airth is the meanin" o" that? What does little Viney mean by bringin" in such a light as this, that ain"t fit for even a log hut of one of our free and enlightened citizens away down east; where"s the lamp?" "My dear," says she, "I ordered it--you know they are a-goin" to set you up for Governor next year, and I allot we must economize or we will be ruined; the salary is only four hundred dollars a year, you know, and you"ll have to give up your practice; we can"t afford nothin" now."

"Well, when tea was brought in, there was a little wee china teapot, that held about the matter of half a pint or so, and cups and sarcers about the bigness of children"s toys. When he seed that, he grew most peskily riled, his under lip curled down like a peach leaf that"s got a worm in it, and he stripped his teeth, and showed his grinders, like a bull-dog. "What foolery is this?" said he. "My dear," said she, "it"s the foolery of being Governor; if you choose to sacrifice all your comfort to being the first rung in the ladder, don"t blame me for it. I didn"t nominate you--I had not art nor part in it. It was cooked up at that "ere Convention, at Town Hall." Well, he sot for some time without sayin" a word, lookin" as black as a thunder cloud, just ready to make all natur" crack agin. At last he gets up, and walks round behind his wife"s chair, and takin" her face between his two hands, he turns it up and gives her a buss that went off like a pistol; it fairly made my mouth water to see him; thinks I, Them lips ain"t a bad bank to deposit one"s spare kisses in, neither.

"Increase, my dear," said he, "I believe you are half right; I"ll decline tomorrow, I"ll have nothin" to do with it. I WON"T BE A GOVERNOR, ON NO ACCOUNT."

"Well, she had to haw and gee like, both a little, afore she could get her head out of his hands; and then she said, "Zachariah," says she, "how you do act! Ain"t you ashamed? Do for gracious sake behave yourself!" and she coloured up all over like a crimson piany; "if you havn"t foozled all my hair too, that"s a fact," says she; and she put her curls to rights, and looked as pleased as fun, though poutin"

all the time, and walked right out of the room. Presently in come two well dressed house-helps, one with a splendid gilt lamp, a real London touch, and another with a tea tray, with a large solid silver coffee pot, and teapot, and a cream jug, and sugar bowl, of the same genuine metal, and a most an elegant set of real gilt china. Then in came Marm Crowningshield herself, lookin" as proud as if she would not call the President her cousin; and she gave the lawyer a look, as much as to say, I guess when Mr. Slick is gone, I"ll pay you off that "ere kiss with interest, you dear you; I"ll answer a bill at sight for it, I will, you may depend. "I believe," said he agin, "you are right, Increase, my dear, it"s an expensive kind of honour that, bein" Governor, and no great thanks neither; great cry and little wool, all talk and no cider. It"s enough I guess for a man to govern his own family, ain"t it, dear?" "Sartin, my love," said she, "sartin, a man is never so much in his own proper sphere as there; and beside," said she, "his will is supreme to home, there is no danger of any one non-concurring him there;" and she gave me a sly look, as much as to say, I let him think he is master in his own house, FOR WHEN LADIES WEAR THE BREECHES, THEIR PETTICOATS OUGHT TO BE LONG ENOUGH TO HIDE THEM; but I allot, Mr. Slick, you can see with half an eye that the "grey mare is the better horse" here.

"What a pity it is," continued the Clockmaker, "that the Bluenoses would not take a leaf out of Marm Crowninshield"s book--talk more of their own affairs and less of politics. I"m sick of the everlastin"

sound of "House of a.s.sembly," and "Council," and "great folks." They never alleviate talking about them from July to etarnity.

"I had a curious conversation about politics once, away up to the right here. Do you see that "ere house," said he, "in the field, that"s got a lurch to leeward, like a north river sloop, struck with a squall, off West Point, lopsided like? It looks like Seth Pine, a tailor down to Hartford, that had one leg shorter than t"other, when he stood at ease at militia trainin", a-restin" on the littlest one.

Well, I had a special frolic there the last time I pa.s.sed this way.

I lost the linch pin out of my forrard axle, and I turned up there to get it sot to rights. Just as I drove through the gate, I saw the eldest gal a-makin" for the house for dear life--she had a short petticoat on that looked like a kilt, and her bare legs put me in mind of the long shanks of a bittern down in a rush swamp, a-drivin"

away like mad, full chisel arter a frog. I couldn"t think what on airth was the matter. Thinks I, she wants to make herself look decent like afore I get in, she don"t like to pull her stockings on afore me; so I pulls up the old horse and let her have a fair start. Well, when I came to the door, I heard a proper scuddin"; there was a regular flight into Egypt, jist such a noise as little children make when the mistress comes suddenly into school, all a-huddlin" and scroudgin" into their seats, as quick as wink. "Dear me!" says the old woman, as she put her head out of a broken window to avail who it was, "is it you, Mr. Slick? I sn.i.g.g.e.rs, if you didn"t frighten us properly, we actilly thought it was the sheriff; do come in.

"Poor thing, she looked half starved and half savage, hunger and temper had made proper strong lines in her face, like water furrows in a ploughed field; she looked bony and thin, like a horse that has had more work than oats, and had a wicked expression, as though it warn"t over safe to come too near her heels--an everlastin" kicker.

"You may come out, John," said she to her husband, "it"s only Mr.

Slick;" and out came John from under the bed backwards, on all fours, like an ox out of the shoein" frame, or a lobster skullin" wrong eend foremost; he looked as wild as a hawk. Well, I swan, I thought I should have split, I could hardly keep from bustin" right out with larfter; he was all covered with feathers, lint and dust, the savin"s of all the sweepin"s since the house was built, shoved under there for tidiness. He actilly sneezed for the matter of ten minutes--he seemed half choked with the flaff and stuff, that came out with him like a cloud. Lord, he looked like a goose half picked, as if all the quills were gone, but the pin-feathers and down were left, jist ready for singein" and stuffin. He put me in mind of a sick Adjutant, a great tall hulkin" bird, that comes from the East Indgies, a"most as high as a man, and most as knowin" as a Bluenose. I"d a gin a hundred dollars to have had that chap as a show at a fair; tar and feathers warn"t half as nateral. You"ve seen a gal both larf and cry at the same time, hain"t you? Well, I hope I may be shot if I couldn"t have done the same. To see that critter come like a turkey out of a bag at Christmas, to be fired at for ten cents a shot, was as good as a play; but to look round and see the poverty--the half-naked children; the old pine stumps for chairs; a small bin of poor, watery, yaller potatoes in the corner; daylight through the sides and roof of the house, lookin" like the tarred seams of a ship, all black where the smoke got out; no utensils for cookin" or eatin"; and starvation wrote as plain as a handbill on their holler cheeks, skinney fingers, and sunk eyes--went right straight to the heart. I do declare I believe I should have cried, only they didn"t seem to mind it themselves. They had been used to it, like a man that"s married to a thunderin" ugly wife, he gets so accustomed to the look of her everlastin" dismal mug, that he don"t think her ugly at all.

"Well, there was another chap a-settin" by the fire, and he DID look as if he saw it, and felt it too; he didn"t seem over half pleased, you may depend. He was the District Schoolmaster, and he told me he was takin" a spell at boardin" there, for it was their turn to keep him. Thinks I to myself, poor devil, you"ve brought your pigs to a pretty market, that"s a fact. I see how it is, the Bluenoses can"t cipher. The cat"s out of the bag now; it"s no wonder they don"t go ahead, for they don"t know nothin"; the "Schoolmaster is abroad,"