The Book of the Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 421 pages of information about The Book of the Bush.

The Book of the Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 421 pages of information about The Book of the Bush.

Near the judge’s desk there was a bucket of water and three tumblers on a small table.  It was a hot day.  The counsel paused in his speech, went to the table, and took a drink; a juryman left the box and drank.  The judge also came down from his seat, dipped a tumbler in the bucket and quenched his thirst; one spectator after another went to the bucket.  There was equality and fraternity in the court of law; the speech about the Skemelhorne horse went on with the utmost gravity and decorum, until the nasal drawl of the learned counsel put me to sleep.

On awakening, I went into another hall, in which dealings in real estate were registered.  Shelves fixed against the walls held huge volumes lettered on the back.  One of these volumes was on a table in the centre of the hall, and in it the registrar was copying a deed.  Before him lay a pile of deeds with a lead weight on the top.  A farmer came in with a paper, on which the registrar endorsed a number and placed at the bottom of the pile.  There was no parchment used; each document was a half-sheet foolscap size, party printed and partly written.  Another farmer came in, took up the pile and examined the numbers to see how soon his deed was likely to be copied, and if it was in its proper place according to the number endorsed.  The registrar was not fenced off from the public by a wide counter; he was the servant of the citizens, and had to satisfy those who paid him for his labours.  His pay was a fixed number of cents per folio, not dollars, nor pounds.

When I went back to gaol I found it deserted.  Wilkins had sold his farm and disappeared.  His wife remained in the hut.  Sheriff Cunningham was still away among the Bluenoses, and Silas was ’functus officio’, having accomplished a general gaol delivery.  He did not pine away on account of the loss of his prisoners, nor grow any thinner—­that was impossible.  I remained four days longer, expecting something would happen; but nothing did happen, then I left the gaol.

I wrote out two notices informing the public that I was willing to sell my real estate; one of these I pasted up at the Post Office, the other on the bridge over the Aux Plaines River.  Next day a German from Chicago agreed to pay the price asked, and we called on Colonel Smith, the Squire.  The Colonel filled in a brief form of transfer, witnessed the payment of the money—­which was in twenty-dollar gold pieces, and he charged one dollar as his fee.  The German would have to pay about 35 cents for its registration.  If the deed was lost or stolen, he would insert in a local journal a notice of his intention to apply for a copy, which would make the original of as little value to anybody as a Provincial and Suburban bank note.

In Illinois, transfers of land were registered in each county town.  To buy or sell a farm was as easy as horse-stealing, and safer.  Usually, no legal help was necessary for either transaction.

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