Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 5, November 1842Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 5, November 1842
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formerly subject to Genoa, and remained a comparatively unimportant
place until Cosmo I. exchanged for it the Episcopal town of Sarzana. I
had quite exhausted the few objects of interest around me, and my
outward resources were reduced to hearing Madame Ungher in Lucrezia
Borgia in the evening, and dining in the afternoon in the pleasant
garden of a popular restaurant; when, one day as I was walking along a
crowded street, my attention was arrested by a singular figure ensconced
in the doorway of a fashionable inn. It was a lank, sharp-featured man,
clad in linsey-woolsey, with a white felt hat on his head and an
enormous twisted stick in his hand. He was looking about him with a
shrewd gaze in which inquisitiveness and contempt were strangely
mingled. The moment I came opposite to him, he drew a very large silver
watch from his fob, and, after inspecting it for a moment with an
impatient air, exclaimed,
“I say, stranger, what time do they dine in these parts?”
“At this house the dinner hour is about five.”
“Five! why I’m half starved and its only twelve. I can’t stand it later
than two. I say, I guess you’re from the States?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you came here to be cured of dyspeps_y_?”
“Not exactly.”
“Well, I’m glad of it, for it’s a plaguy waste of money. I just arrived
from New Orleans, and there was a man on board who made the trip all on
account of dyspeps_y_. I as good as told him he was a fool for his
pains. I know a thing or two, I guess. You see that stick? Well, with
that stick I’ve killed six alligators. There’s only one thing that’s a
certain cure for dyspeps_y_.
“And what’s that?”
For a moment the stranger made no reply, but twisted his stick and gave
a wily glance from his keen, gray eyes, with the air of a man who can
keep his own counsel.
“You want to know what will cure dyspeps_y_?”
“Yes.”
“Well then—_Speculation!_”
After this announcement the huge stick was planted very sturdily, and
the spectral figure drawn up to its utmost tension, as if challenging
contradiction. Apparently satisfied with my tacit acceptance of the
proposition, the man of alligators grew more complacent.
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