Autographs for Freedom, by Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Thirty-five Other Eminent Writers
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Autographs for Freedom, by Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Thirty-five Other Eminent Writers
Antislavery movements -- United States; Slavery -- United States
_Listwell._ “Why, you must think, then, that there’s money to be made at
that business?”
_Loafer._ “Well, ’pon my honour, sir, I never made any that way myself;
but it stands to reason that it’s a moneymaking business; for almost all
other business in Virginia is dropped to engage in this. One thing is
sartain, I never see’d a nigger-buyer yet that hadn’t a plenty of money,
and he wasn’t as free with it as water. I has known one on ’em to treat
as high as twenty times in a night; and, ginerally speaking, they’s men
of edication, and knows all about the government. The fact is, sir, I
alloys like to hear ’em talk, becase I alloys can learn something from
them.”
_Listwell._ “What may I call your name, sir?”
_Loafer._ “Well, now, they calls me Wilkes. I’m known all around by the
gentlemen that comes here. They all knows old Wilkes.”
_Listwell._ “Well, Wilkes, you seem to be acquainted here, and I see you
have a strong liking for a horse. Be so good as to speak a kind word for
mine to the hostler to-night, and you’ll not lose any thing by it.”
_Loafer._ “Well, sir, I see you don’t say much, but you’ve got an
insight into things. It’s alloys wise to get the good will of them
that’s acquainted about a tavern; for a man don’t know when he goes into
a house what may happen, or how much he may need a friend.” Here the
loafer gave Mr. Listwell a significant grin, which expressed a sort of
triumphant pleasure at having, as he supposed, by his tact succeeded in
placing so fine appearing a gentleman under obligations to him.
The pleasure, however, was mutual; for there was something so
insinuating in the glance of this loquacious customer, that Mr. Listwell
was very glad to get quit of him, and to do so more successfully, he
ordered his supper to be brought to him in his private room, private to
the eye, but not to the ear. This room was directly over the bar, and
the plastering being off, nothing but pine boards and naked laths
separated him from the disagreeable company below,—he could easily hear
what was said in the bar-room, and was rather glad of the advantage it
afforded, for, as you shall see, it furnished him important hints as to
the manner and deportment he should assume during his stay at that
tavern.
Mr. Listwell says he had got into his room but a few moments, when he
heard the officious Wilkes below, in a tone of disappointment, exclaim,
“Whar’s that gentleman?” Wilkes was evidently expecting to meet with his
friend at the bar-room, on his return, and had no doubt of his doing the
handsome thing. “He has gone to his room,” answered the landlord, “and
has ordered his supper to be brought to him.”
Here some one shouted out, “Who is he, Wilkes? Where’s he going?”
“Well, now, I’ll be hanged if I know; but I’m willing to make any man a
bet of this old hat agin a five-dollar bill, that that gent is as full
of money as a dog is of fleas. He’s going down to Richmond to buy
niggers, I make no doubt. He’s no fool, I warrant ye.”
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