Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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“Why, what’s the matter?” asked Blungle, raising his rifle to his
shoulder as if he expected an attack from another bear. But there was
nothing the matter, “blazes” being the term applied to the marks left by
the surveyors on certain trees, to denote the lines of the different
townships, as they are cleared from the woods. By means of these marks
the woodsman can readily direct himself to a settlement—to find which
was now McQuaigh’s object. Dragging the body of the deer after us, we
proceeded for about two hours guided by the blazes, and, at last, came
to a small settlement, where we procured a couple of sleighs, one for
Jean Baptiste and the slaughtered Moose, and the other for ourselves. At
a late hour of the night we gained McQuaigh’s residence, considerably
fatigued after our exertions.
We spent two days more with our eccentric but warm-hearted host, after
which he let us depart reluctantly. We reached Quebec on the following
day, and soon regaled a party of friends on our valuable trophy, the
Moose deer’s nose.
THE MODERN SCIENCE OF THIEF-TAKING.
If thieving be an Art (and who denies that its more subtle and delicate
branches deserve to be ranked as one of the Fine Arts?), thief-taking is
a Science. All the thief’s ingenuity; all his knowledge of human nature;
all his courage; all his coolness; all his imperturbable powers of face;
all his nice discrimination in reading the countenances of other people;
all his manual and digital dexterity; all his fertility in expedients,
and promptitude in acting upon them; all his Protean cleverness of
disguise and capability of counterfeiting every sort and condition of
distress; together with a great deal more patience, and the additional
qualification, integrity, are demanded for the higher branches of
thief-taking.
If an urchin picks your pocket, or a bungling “artist” steals your watch
so that you find it out in an instant, it is easy enough for any private
in any of the seventeen divisions of London Police to obey your panting
demand to “Stop thief!” But the tricks and contrivances of those who
wheedle money out of your pocket rather than steal it; who cheat you
with your eyes open; who clear every vestige of plate out of your pantry
while your servant is on the stairs; who set up imposing warehouses, and
ease respectable firms of large parcels of goods; who steal the
acceptances of needy or dissipated young men;—for the detection and
punishment of such impostors a superior order of police is requisite.
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