The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)Caruthers, William Alexander
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The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)
Caruthers, William Alexander
Adventure stories; City and town life -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
"Ah, by the hokies! so it was. Well, you see, I marched into the great
store, as they had told me it was, with my nose uppermost, like a pig in
the wind, I had an order on them for some of the eel-skins--but I soon
brought my snout down agin; ho! ho! thought I, here's a pretty spot of
work! I'm a Turk if I aint tetotally dished."
"What was the matter?" said Chevillere.
"Why, instead of all the fine things loomin out in the wind as I
expected for such great marchants, I found nothing but a long empty
store, and no shelves even, and there sat two or three starched lookin
dogs, on so many old rum bar'ls; I swear I thought in a minute about our
old still-house, and the school-master, and the miller, and the
blacksmith, and the stiller, talkin politics over the bar'ls, and takin
a swig every now and then out of the old proof-vial."
"Well! you presented your draft," said Lamar, "and what then?"
"No I did'nt--I got a straddle of a bar'l too; I thought I would take a
dish of chat, for that was about the most I expected to get. Rat me! but
I began to feel a little particular about the gizzard in thoughts of
sellin old Pete to get home on; I put on a long face. It's everlastin
dull times for business, said I. 'O sir, you are quite mistaken,
business is taking a look up--it's getting very brisk indeed.' And he
rubbed his hands, and looked as glad as if he had had a drink of that
hot punch. So, thought I, I'm off the trail; but I thought I would tree
him next time. 'The best horses, said I, will stumble sometimes.' 'Sir?'
said he, I said 'the honestest men sometimes make bad speculations.'
'Oh!' said he, 'I understand you! but I hope business is brisk and money
plenty this season in the west.' Now, thought I, he's got the boot on
the wrong leg this time; 'yes, said I, we can't complain, but I must say
I thought it looked a little dull hereabouts.' 'O, you western men are
such driving fellows, that you can't put up with our slow way of makin
money.' He's feedin me on soft corn, thought I. 'We do a little now and
then, but getting the money afterward is all our trouble,' said I. 'Why,
sir, you have hit the nail upon the head; that's the difficulty
everywhere,' said he. I thought I would run him into a stand 'fore long;
but he hoisted his tail and flung me clean off the trail agin. 'Can't I
sell you half a dozen bar'ls of cognac brandy to-day,' said he. I
snapped my fingers and jumped up, and by the long Harry I was near
raisin the whoop; for I thought old Pete and the money was all safe, and
so it was. 'O! the hunters of Kentucky! old Kentucky;' and he began to
sing and caper round the table.
"Did he pay the money?" asked Chevillere.
"Not exactly; these city chaps keep their money buried, I believe, for
you never see none of it; I reckon they're 'fraid it'll spile;
howsomever, he gave me an order on the bank for the eel-skins."
"Then you took your leave," said Lamar.
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