Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 686 pages of information about Guy Rivers.

Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 686 pages of information about Guy Rivers.
fine sayings lacked their ancient flavor in the estimation of his neighbors.  His speeches sunk below par along with himself; and the pedler, in his contumelious treatment of the disconsolate jurist, simply obeyed and indicated the direction of the popular opinion.  One or two rude replies, and a nudge which the elbow of Bunce, effected in the ribs of the lawyer, did provoke the latter so far as to repeat his threat on the subject of the prosecution for the horse; but the pedler snapped his fingers in his face as he did so, and bade him defiance.  He also reminded Pippin of the certain malfeasances to which he had referred previously, and the consciousness of the truth was sufficiently strong and awkward to prevent his proceeding to any further measure of disquiet with the offender.  Thus, without fear, and with an audacity of which he was not a little proud, Bunce perambulated the village and its neighborhood, in a mood and with a deportment he had never ventured upon before in that quarter.

He had a variety of reasons for lingering in the village seemingly in a state of idleness.  Bunce was a long-sighted fellow, and beheld the promise which it held forth, at a distance, of a large and thriving business in the neighborhood; and he had too much sagacity not to be perfectly aware of the advantage, to a tradesman, resulting from a prior occupation of the ground.  He had not lost everything in the conflagration which destroyed his cart-body and calicoes; for, apart from sundry little debts due him in the surrounding country, he had carefully preserved around his body, in a black silk handkerchief, a small wallet, holding a moderate amount of the best bank paper.  Bunce, among other things, had soon learned to discriminate between good and bad paper, and the result of his education in this respect assured him of the perfect integrity of the three hundred and odd dollars which kept themselves snugly about his waist—­ready to be expended for clocks and calicoes, horn buttons and wooden combs, knives, and negro-handkerchiefs, whenever their proprietor should determine upon a proper whereabout in which to fix himself.  Bunce had grown tired of peddling—­the trade was not less uncertain than fatiguing.  Besides, travelling so much among the southrons, he had imbibed not a few of their prejudices against his vocation, and, to speak the truth, had grown somewhat ashamed of his present mode of life.  He was becoming rapidly aristocratic, as we may infer from a very paternal and somewhat patronizing epistle, which he despatched about this time to his elder brother and copartner, Ichabod Bunce, who carried on his portion of the business at their native place in Meriden, Connecticut.  He told him, in a manner and vein not less lofty than surprising to his coadjutor, that it “would not be the thing, no how, to keep along, lock and lock with him, in the same gears.”  It was henceforward his “idee to drive on his own hook.  Times warn’t as they used to be;” and the fact was—­he did not say it in so many words—­the firm of Ichabod Bunce and Brother was scarcely so creditable to the latter personage as he should altogether desire among his southern friends and acquaintances.  He “guessed, therefore, best haul off,” and each—­here Bunce showed his respect for his new friends by quoting their phraseology—­“must paddle his own canoe.”

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