David Harum: A Story of American LifeWestcott, Edward Noyes
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David Harum: A Story of American Life
Westcott, Edward Noyes
Bankers -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"That was really very amusing," was John's comment.
"'T wa'n't a bad day's work either," observed Mr. Harum. "I've sold the
crowd a good many hosses since then, an' I've laughed a thousan' times
over that pertic'ler trade. Me 'n Miss Claricy," he added, "has alwus
ben good friends sence that time--an' she 'n Polly are reg'lar neetups.
She never sees me in the street but what it's 'How dee do, Mr. H-a-rum?'
An' I'll say, 'Ain't that ole hoss wore out yet?' or, 'When you comin'
'round to run off with another hoss?' I'll say."
At this point David got out of his chair, yawned, and walked over to the
window.
"Did you ever in all your born days," he said, "see such dum'd weather?
Jest look out there--no sleighin', no wheelin', an' a barn full wantin'
exercise. Wa'al, I guess I'll be moseyin' along." And out he went.
CHAPTER XXX.
If John Lenox had kept a diary for the first year of his life in
Homeville most of its pages would have been blank.
The daily routine of the office (he had no assistant but the callow
Hopkins) was more exacting than laborious, but it kept him confined
seven hours in the twenty-four. Still, there was time in the lengthened
days as the year advanced for walking, rowing, and riding or driving
about the picturesque country which surrounds Homeville. He and Mr.
Harum often drove together after the bank closed, or after "tea," and it
was a pleasure in itself to observe David's dexterous handling of his
horses, and his content and satisfaction in the enjoyment of his
favorite pastime. In pursuit of business he "jogged 'round," as he said,
behind the faithful Jinny, but when on pleasure bent, a pair of
satin-coated trotters drew him in the latest and "slickest" model of
top-buggies.
"Of course," he said, "I'd ruther ride all alone than not to ride at
all, but the's twice as much fun in't when you've got somebody along. I
ain't much of a talker, unless I happen to git started" (at which
assertion John repressed a smile), "but once in a while I like to have
somebody to say somethin' to. You like to come along, don't ye?"
"Very much indeed."
"I used to git Polly to come once in a while," said David, "but it
wa'n't no pleasure to her. She hadn't never ben used to hosses an' alwus
set on the edge of the seat ready to jump, an' if one o' the critters
capered a little she'd want to git right out then an' there. I reckon
she never went out but what she thanked mercy when she struck the hoss
block to git back with hull bones."
"I shouldn't have thought that she would have been nervous with the
reins in your hands," said John.
"Wa'al," replied David, "the last time she come along somethin' give the
team a little scare an' she reached over an' made a grab at the lines.
That," he remarked with a grin, "was quite a good while ago. I says to
her when we got home, 'I guess after this you'd better take your airin's
on a stun-boat. You won't be so liable to git run away with an' throwed
out,' I says."
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