is properly sarved, he got the most inferior article
I had, and I jist doubled the price on him. Its
a pity he should be a tellin of lies of the Yankees
all the time, this will help him now to a little grain
of truth. Then mimicking his voice and manner,
he repeated Allen’s words with a strong nasal
twang, “Most time for you to give over the clock
trade, I guess, for by all accounts they aint worth
havin, and most infarnel dear too, folks begin to
get their eyes open.” Better for you, if
you’d a had yourn open, I reckon, a joke is
a joke, but I concait you’ll find that no joke.
The next time you tell stories about Yankee pedlars,
put the wooden clock in with the wooden punkin seeds,
and Hickory hams, will you? The Blue Noses, Squire,
are all like Zeb Allen, they think they know every
thing, but they get gulled from years’ eend
to years’ eend. They expect too much from
others, and do too little for themselves. They
actilly expect the sun to shine, and the rain to fall,
through their little House of Assembly. What
have you done for us? they keep axin their members.
Who did you spunk up to last Session? jist as if all
legislation consisted in attackin some half dozen puss
proud folks at Halifax, who are jist as big noodles
as they be themselves. You hear nothin but politicks,
politicks, politicks, one everlastin sound of give,
give, give. If I was Governor I’d give
’em the butt eend of my mind on the subject,
I’d crack their pates till I let some light
in ’em, if it was me, I know. I’d
say to the members, don’t come down here to
Halifax with your long lockrums about politicks, makin,
a great touss about nothin; but open the country,
foster agricultur, encourage trade, incorporate companies,
make bridges, facilitate conveyance, and above all
things make a Railroad from Windsor to Halifax; and
mind what I tell you now, write it down for fear you
should forget it, for it’s a fact; and if you
don’t believe me, I’ll lick you till you
do, for there aint a word of a lie in it, by Gum:
“One such work as the
Windsor bridge is worth all
your laws, votes, speeches and
resolutions, for the last ten
years, if tied up and put
into A meal bag together.
If it tante I hope I may
be shot.”
No. XXXII
Too many Irons in the Fire.
We had a pleasant sail of three hours from Parrsboro to Windsor. The arrivals and departures by water, are regulated at this place by the tide, and it was sunset before we reached Mrs. Wilcox’s comfortable inn. Here, as at other places, Mr. Slick seemed to be perfectly at home; and he pointed to a wooden clock, as a proof of his successful and extended trade, and of the universal influence of “soft sawder,”