Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
So spoke Pippin; a wild huzza attested the good humor which the
proposition excited. Potation rapidly followed potation, and the jug
again demanded replenishing. The company was well drilled in this
species of exercise; and each individual claiming caste in such circle,
must be well prepared, like the knight-challenger of old tourney, to
defy all comers. In the cases of Pippin and Blundell, successive
draughts, after the attainment of a certain degree of mental and animal
stolidity, seemed rather to fortify than to weaken their defences, and
to fit them more perfectly for a due prolongation of the warfare. The
appetite, too, like most appetites, growing from what it fed on,
ventured few idle expostulations; glass after glass, in rapid
succession, fully attested the claim of these two champions to the
renown which such exercises in that section of the world had won for
them respectively. The subject of conversation, which, in all this time,
accompanied their other indulgences, was, very naturally, that of the
pedler and his punishment. On this topic, however, a professional not
less than personal policy sealed the lips of our lawyer except on those
points which admitted of a general remark, without application or even
meaning. Though drunk, his policy was that of the courts; and the
practice of the sessions had served him well, in his own person, to give
the lie to the "_in vino veritas_" of the proverb.
Things were in this condition when the company found increase in the
person of the landlord, who now made his appearance; and, as we intend
that he shall be no unimportant auxiliary in the action of our story, it
may be prudent for a few moments to dwell upon the details of his
outward man, and severally to describe his features. We have him before
us in that large, dark, and somewhat heavy person, who sidles awkwardly
into the apartment, as if only conscious in part of the true uses of his
legs and arms. He leans at this moment over the shoulders of one of the
company, and, while whispering in his ears, at the same time, with an
upward glance, surveys the whole. His lowering eyes, almost shut in and
partially concealed by his scowling and bushy eyebrows, are of a quick
gray, stern, and penetrating in their general expression, yet, when
narrowly observed, putting on an air of vacancy, if not stupidity, that
furnishes a perfect blind to the lurking meaning within. His nose is
large, yet not disproportionately so; his head well made, though a
phrenologist might object to a strong animal preponderance in the rear;
his mouth bold and finely curved, is rigid however in its compression,
and the lips, at times almost woven together, are largely indicative of
ferocity; they are pale in color, and dingily so, yet his flushed cheek
and brow bear striking evidence of a something too frequent revel; his
hair, thin and scattered, is of a dark brown complexion and sprinkled
with gray; his neck is so very short that a single black handkerchief,
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