The glass of raw whiskey had somewhat 'elevated' the young planter, and my conscience demurred a little at the advice I gave him; but I recovered my usual self-complacency on reflecting that he would undoubtedly put the money to a much worse use. Saying, 'D----d if I won't,' Gaston drew forth his purse, and counted out a number of half eagles. Finding he had not enough, he turned to another young planter, and said: 'Here, Bob, I'm short; lend me fifty dollars.' 'Bob' produced his wallet, and, without counting them, handed him a roll of bills. 'Now, stranger, come along, I shall want you to draw up the papers and witness the trade; ha! ha! Is she in the parlor, Squire?' 'Yes,' said Preston, taking the seat I had vacated. The young man then put his arm into mine, and we proceeded to the 'sitting room.' Mulock was seated before the fire, gazing intently at the blaze. His wife sat opposite, speaking earnestly to him. She every now and then wetted a short piece of wood with saliva, and dipping it into a snuff bottle, mopped her teeth and gums with the savory powder. She was--as her husband might have said--a perfect 'paragone' of 'poor white' womanhood, with all the accomplishments of her class, smoking, chewing, snuff dipping, and whiskey drinking. As we approached, she lifted her eyes, and Gaston said to her: 'Are you the lady who has a man for sale--a likely white man?' 'Wall, stranger, I reckon I'm the 'ooman, Thet ar feller's my husband, an' he karn't git off 'cept I git a hundred dollars.' 'Will you give a bill of sale, releasing all your right, title, and interest in him to me, if I pay you a hundred dollars?' 'Yes, I wull--ter ye, or ter ony-body.' 'Wall, now,' continued Gaston, imitating her tone, 'karn't yo take a trifle less'n thet--eighty or so?' 'No, stranger, nary dime under thet. I'm gol-durned ef I does.' 'Well, Mulock, what do you say? Are you willing to be sold?' 'I haint willin' ter be laff'd at by ye, nor nobody else,' replied Mulock, rising, and turning fiercely on the planter. 'I'll larrup the d----d 'ooman ony how, and ye, too, ef ye say much more.' 'Come, Mulock,' said the young man, coolly, but firmly, 'be civil, or I'll let daylight through you before you're a minute older. I'm disposed to do you a good turn, but you must be civil, by----.' 'Wall, do as ye likes, Gus; onything'll suit me,' replied Mulock, resuming his previous position. 'But, d---- you, if I spend a hundred on you, you must go to work like a man, and try to pay it. I wouldn't do it anyhow, if it warn't for Phylly.' 'But Phylly's gone,' said Mulock in a dejected tone; 'gone--toted off by thet d----d trader. If I hadn't a ben in the cussed jug, I'd a killed him.' 'No she isn't gone; she's here--Preston's bought her.' Mulock sprang to his feet; his dull, cold eye lighted, and seizing the young man by the arm, he exclaimed: 'Doan't ye lie ter me, Gus; _is_ she yere?' 'Yes, so Bob says; he saw her get out of the stage.'