The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
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The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
"Get you back to her, notwithstanding," said the father; "a maiden is
privileged to be capricious on her wedding-day. Get you back; your
absence is improper. And hark you, Henry, my son--delay not the
ceremony on my account: the clergyman must be now on the way, and
will soon arrive. Wait not a moment for me. A sudden affair, not to
be deferred even to the nuptial rite, calls me to Hillborough:--Say
thus much to Captain Loring and the rest; say that I will be back
within a few hours; and add, that I charge them not to delay the
ceremony a moment for me. God bless you, my son--I must away."
So saying, he put spurs to his horse, and followed by Reuben, was
soon out of sight.
"Well done, dad!" cried the young soldier, staring after him; "I
wonder what's in the wind now? He has seen one of his spectres, I
warrant me.--Adzooks, as the Captain says, if one were to believe
that Reuben and black Joe, they are thicker in our house, about two
in the morning, than is comfortable,--especially in dad's chamber.
Won't stay to the wedding? why that's comical, egad! But that's his
way. Well, now for that mad fool, Tiqueraque: he shall have his will,
were it only on account of his striped breeches; he shall go among
the fiddlers, though, gad's my life, he saws like a knife-grinder. I
never saw two such legs before: egad, I beg my pardon, I _did_!
'List, list, oh list!' Such legs in Hamlet! Well God bless us, and by
the eternal Jupiter, as Caliver says, I had no idea it was so stupid
a thing to be married. _Eh bien, monsieur_," he added, turning to M.
Tiqueraque, "I have no doubt you are a gentleman born and bred; so,
gad's my life, you shall fiddle at the wedding, and get drunk into
the bargain; but, by the eternal Jupiter, you must not be in a
hurry!"
"_Si fait, monsieur_," cried the wanderer, drawing a note of
indignation from his instrument; "_Mort de ma vie_, dronk! I s'all do
no such sing. But I s'all see de leddees?" he added, in a transport
that quite dispelled his temporary wrath. "Ah, Missare
Ou-at-you-call-him, I s'all be very happy now! I love de leddees,
_particulièrement_ de leddees of figure, and not the contree
_pauvrettes_, wis big feet and te'es like de old horse.--_Ah ça_, I
s'all be very happy, and I s'all sharge only two dollare."
"Bring him along Tom, fiddle and all," cried the bridegroom,--"and,
you Ned Cascable-nose, if you love me, gad, steal somebody's horse,
ride down the road, and see what the deuce has become of the parson.
We can get married very well without dad; but, adzooks, as the
Captain says, a parson is quite essential. I swear, gad's my life,
'tis a very ludicrous thing, one's wedding-day."
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