I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Had we the power of knowing what is going on at the same time in
different places--could we look into the hearts of the actors in these
various scenes--could we know how very near, sometimes, are the plotters
of mischief and spite to the unconscious, inoffensive objects of their
malice, it would be a cause of misery to us, unless our power was equal
to our knowledge. Happy is it for us, that but one place, and one set of
circumstances, can engross our minds.
Not far from where these happy youths held sweet counsel together,
encouraging each other in the path of manliness and virtue, beneath the
same clear sky and bright shining moon, sat two specimens of humanity,
beneath the shed that ran along the front of Mr. Grizzle's store:--one
of these the owner thereof, and the other a miserable-looking bloated
youth, of about eighteen years of age.
'Do you say, Bill Tice, that they've been round buying up all the
potatoes, and giving twenty-five cents a bushel?'
'Yes, it's fact. Old Sam Cutter told his boys on it, and they told me;
and they said the old man wanted them to go to work and hoe 'em out,
because they were goin' to bring sich a price, and he didn't mean to let
old Grizzle have none on 'em.'
'He did, ha? Ay, ay, well, well.'
'And they'd bought all Billy Bloodgood's, and Bill Andrews', and ever so
many more.'
'They have, eh? and gin' twenty-five cents a bushel, you say? that's a
putty business, Bill.' And Grizzle turned his bleared and spectacled
eyes full upon his companion. 'A putty business, Bill, ain't it? And who
is to have potatoes and sich things to sell in the dead o'winter to poor
folks, who may be ain't raised none? What would your folks have done
last winter in sich a case?'
'Sure enough, we might starve; they wouldn't care.'
'And then if you was jist to help yourself a little,' (giving him a
slight hunch,) 'why they'd be the first to complain on you; and away you
must go another three months in the old cage.
'I hate them Montjoy boys, they always look as if no one was good enough
for 'em; goin' round with their shirt collars on their necks, and shoes
on their feet.'
'And you say Oakum is with 'em, ha?'
'Why yes, Oakum's boy is with 'em, and you know it must be the old man
that does it; the boy aint got nothin'.'
'No, nor the old one neither, when his debts is paid; but I'll see, I'll
see. Folks musn't git in debt to me, and then come out agin' me; that
won't do, Bill Tice.'
'I shouldn't think it would.'
'And you say Oakum is goin' to build a boat for his boy?'
'That's what Dick Cutter tell'd me.'
'To carry away everything we've got here, and make things so high, poor
folks must starve or else work hard, one or the two.'
'They don't care.'
'I tell you what, Bill, you and I know one another; you've done some
little jobs for me, and may be I've done some little things for you.'
'Yes, I know that.'
'Well now, Bill, this business must be stopped by fair means as foul.'
'That boat shan't never be built.'
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