The guard, Sir, they
tells me, is no--"
"Good bye, Mr Jackson;" and I shook hands with him.
"Isn't that too bad, Sir, now?" he said. "Why, here is Betty again,
Sir, with that d--d hat, and a lecture about the stroke. Good bye,
your Honour," said he.
When we came to the bridge where the road curved into the woods, I
turned and took a last look at the place where I had spent such an
agreeable day.
I don't envy you it, Doctor, but I wish I had such a lovely place at
Slickville as that. What do you think, Sophy, eh? I have an idea you
and I could be very happy there, don't you?
"Oh! Mr Slick," said Jehu Judd, who was the first person I saw at the
door of Peter's house, "what an everlastin' long day was yesterday! I
did nothing but renew the poultice, look in the glass, and turn into
bed again. It's off now, ain't it?"
"Yes," sais I, "and we are off, too, in no time."
"But the trade," said he; "let's talk that over."
"Haven't time," sais I; "it must be short meter, as you say when you
are to home to Quaco, practising Sall Mody (as you call it). Mackarel
is five dollars a barrel, sains thirty--say yes or no, that's the
word."
"How can you have the conscience?" said he.
"I never talk of conscience in trade," sais I; "only of prices.
Bargain or no bargain, that's the ticket."
"I can't," he said.
"Well, then, there is an end of it," says I.
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