“And if it did--what o’ that? You ain’t ashamed of it, are you? Look at
me, Sir; I have a matter of seventy thousand dollars in the Tennessee
Bank, and a trifle more in Ohio scrip, and I own every timber in the
barque _Prettyman Quincey Squashy_ four hundred and odd tons, a clipper
to sail, and a whale for freight, and I ain’t proud, nor no ways blown
up to burstin’ for that!”
“I am delighted to know of your prosperity, Sir, for your sake,” said
Luttrell, coldly.
“Mind,” said the other, who accepted the words in their most flattering
sense, “I didn’t say it was all got with my hands in my ‘pants-’
pockets. I had a darn’d deal of smart work for it. I was up among the
Injians for four years, I was over the Rocky Mountains trappin’, I was
a cook aboard a South Sea whaler, and”--here he winked one eye, and gave
Luttrell a good-humoured poke with his finger--“and I did a little in
Ebony off the Samsoo River, you understand; unwholesome work it was,
with the baracoons always flooded, and the alligators flopping through
the mud, and stirring up foul air and fever. Ugh!” he cried, with a wry
face, “you’d see an ugly sort of a blotch on your cheek at night, and
before the same hour next evening the ground sharks would be a fitin’
over you. You haven’t got anything to drink, have you?”
“I can, unfortunately, offer you nothing but our mountain whisky; it is
home-made, however, and not bad.”
While Luttrell took a bottle and some glasses from a small cupboard in
the wall, Mr. Dodge employed himself in a leisurely examination of the
chamber and its furniture. “May I never!” exclaimed he, “if it ain’t
a droll sort of crib. Why, Stranger, I’d not live here three months
without making something better to sit on, and handier to eat off, than
these. Just you give me a hatchet, and a hammer, and a handful of nails,
to-morrow morning early, and see if I won’t.”
“I am afraid my furniture deserves all the ill you can say of it,” said
Luttrell, with a faint smile.
“That ain’t a chair--it’s not like a chair.”
“I will not defend it, certainly.”
“And yet it shows why you Britishers never can, by any possibility, be a
great people--no, Sir, never.”
“I am really curious to hear that explanation.”
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