American fiction -- 19th century; American poetry -- 19th century; American wit and humor; Short stories, American
"Wait just a minute," said the stranger, squinting his eye over the
stick at the chicken house. "Now, that's it to a _T_. You see,
I'm one of de odnance corps of engineers what's runnin' de line of the
new railroad from Columbus, Ohio, to Houston. See? De other fellers is
over de hill wid de transit and de baggage. Dere's over a million
dollars in de company. See? Dey sent me on ahead to locate a place for
a big passenger depot, to cost $27,000. De foundation will commence
right by your chicken house. Say, I gives you a pointer. You charge
'em high for dis land. Dey'll stand fifty thousand. 'Cause why? 'Cause
dey's got de money and dey's got to build de depot right where I says.
See? I've got to go on into Houston to record a deed for a right of
way, and I never thought to get fifty cents from de treasurer. He's a
little man with light pants. You might let me have de fifty cents and
when de boys comes along in de mornin' tell 'em what you did, and any
one of 'em' hand you a dollar. You might ask 'em fifty-five thousand,
if you--"
"You throw that stick over the fence, and get the axe and cut up
exactly half a cord of that wood, stove length, and I'll give you a
quarter and your supper," said the farmer. "Does the proposition
strike you favorably?"
"And are you goin' to t'row away de opportunity of havin' dat depot
built right here, and sellin' out--"
"Yes, I need the ground for my chicken coop."
"You refuse to take $50,000 for de ground, den?"
"I do. Are you going to chop that wood, or shall I whistle for Tige?"
"Gimme dat axe, mister, and show me dat wood, and tell de missus to
bake an extra pan of biscuits for supper. When dat Columbus and
Houston grand trunk railway runs up against your front fence you'll be
sorry you didn't take up dat offer. And tell her to fill up the
molasses pitcher, too, and not to mind about putting the dish of
cooking butter on de table. See?"
Correcting a Great Injustice
Something has been recently disclosed that will fill every chivalrous
man in the country with contrition. For a long time men have supposed
that the habit of wearing tall hats at the theater by the ladies was
nothing more than a lack of consideration on their part for the
unfortunate individuals who were so unlucky as to get a seat behind
them.
It now appears that the supposition did the fair sex a great
injustice. A noted female physician has exposed an affliction that the
female sex has long suffered with, and have succeeded up to this time
in keeping a profound secret. Their habit of wearing hats in places of
public entertainment is the result of a necessity, and relieves them
of the charge of selfish disregard of the convenience of others, which
has been so often brought against them.
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