The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843
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'Then you _do_ know them?' said Rust, to whom this reply was rather
enigmatical.
'In course I do; all to pieces!' replied the boy.
This whole sentence, from the look and gesture which accompanied it,
Rust took to be a strong affirmative.
'Who are they?'
'Ax _him_;' replied the boy, indicating Kornicker by a nod of his
head. 'But don't _you_ know? My eyes! I thought you know'd 'em all.
If I didn't I'm bu'st!'
Having given utterance to this elegant expression, he forthwith
plunged into the basket, and, with the exception of his aforesaid
legs, was seen no more, until Rust told him 'to be quick,' when he
again emerged, with a piece of meat in his mouth; and shouldering
the basket, staggered out of the room, telling Rust 'that if he
didn't shut the door himself this time, he suspected it would be
left open; as he had but one pair of hands, and that pair was full.'
While these words were passing between Rust and the boy, Kornicker
sat in the window in silence; but ever and anon, turning about and
fastening his eye on the feet of his employer, he slowly perused
him from his toes to the crown of his head; and then revised him
downward to his feet, with an unflinching stare, generally pausing
at the eyes, with an expression by no means amiable; and concluding
his examination by a shake of the head, accompanied by that same
drawing in of the breath already described.
In truth, Kornicker was gradually beginning to entertain the idea
of throwing himself bodily upon Rust; of pummelling and mauling
him, until he was a jelly; of flinging him promiscuously under the
table, to keep company with the blacking-brushes, and a ragged
coverlet which lay there, being part of Mr. Kornicker's sleeping
establishment; then of rushing into the street, cutting his
employer, throwing himself into the arms of his absent friends,
and of setting up for himself, from that time forth. As these dim
resolutions acquired strength, he began to straighten himself, look
Rust full in the face, finger his snuff-box with vast nonchalance,
indulge a low whistle, and once or twice he even worked his arms
and shoulders backward and forward, as if tugging at an imaginary
oar, or as if for the purpose of developing his strength, for some
unusual performance.
These and various other indications of a resuscitation of spirits
did not escape the quick eye of Rust, who saw that he could venture
no farther; and after standing for some time with his arms folded,
and his eyes fastened on the floor, he turned to Kornicker and said,
in a tone very different from any which he had hitherto assumed:
'I have appeared to you to act strangely to-night, eh?'
'D----d if you hav'n't!' replied that gentleman, laconically.
'I supposed so,' said Rust; 'but I came here harassed, perhaps
cornered; as a wild beast would seek his den, for quiet and repose;
and to endeavor to extricate myself from troubles which are thick
upon me; and I found it the resort of--what?'
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