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
wheels had made for a highway; nor could I tell the north from the
south, nor the east from the west, having foolishly enough turned
the horse round and round in order to gaze at the stars. 'Like
master like man,' my servant did the same, as if he could read in
the pine tops more than I could in the heavens. All my astronomy
had gone with my dinner; I could see nothing in the starry regions
but what is sometimes called the _Frying-pan_. Oh! the shades of
Thales of Miletus, who first imported astronomy into Greece! to
think that a bachelor of such heavenly arts could not look into
the face of the Frying-pan without thinking of grilled chickens
and rashers of bacon, and the crackling of fire, and the
sputtering of fat. I dismounted, and ordered Sam to do likewise,
and try to find me a piece of flint by which to strike a light; he
declared that he had not seen a stone or a rock since he came into
the Carolinas. 'So much for geology and astronomy,' said I. 'I
rader tink they all bad fur empty stumuck, masta,' said Sam,
considering himself privileged by the exigencies of the case.
'True enough, Sam,' said I, 'it would be an apt scholar that could
produce bread or a stone either by his learning, in our
circumstances.'
"As I mounted, Sam mounted, not a word more having been uttered;
he seemed to be aware of the fact, that language generally fails
with the food; a man's ideas in such a case run fast enough, but
they are all in humble life; below stairs, diving among pots, and
pans, and pantries, and receptacles for cold victuals. As the
ideas ran, so ran the horses, until the water began to splash our
legs from a thick bushy swamp, into which we found that we had
initiated ourselves. 'Now Sam,' said I, 'we are swamped.' Sam said
nothing aloud, but was evidently muttering something to himself,
being engaged, as I supposed, at his secret devotions, for you
must know that he would be a Puritan. Like most of his race,
however, he has more faith in the effect of singing hymns, than
devotions of any other kind. I saw that he was itching for a trial
at his usual relief in all his troubles. I therefore told him not
to suppress it on my account, but to give it free utterance; the
idea of it naturally excited ludicrous recollections of old Noll
and the veteran Rumpers, but Sam saw the new vein I had so
inappropriately fallen into, and therefore resisted his inward
strivings. I must say, _en passant_, that I think him honest and
sincere in his faith, I therefore do not ridicule him.
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