lighted a cigar, and throwing himself back on his
chair, put both feet out of the window, and sat with
his arms folded, a perfect picture of happiness.
You appear, said I, to have travelled over the whole
of this Province, and to have observed the country
and the people with much attention, pray what is your
opinion of the present state and future prospects
of Halifax? If you will tell me, said he, when
the folks there will wake up, then I can answer you,
but they are fast asleep; as to the Province, its
a splendid province, and calculated to go ahead, it
will grow as fast as a Varginey gall, and they grow
so amazin fast, if you put your arm round one of their
necks to kiss them, by the time you’re done,
they’ve grown up into women. It’s
a pretty Province I tell you, good above and better
below; surface covered with pastures, meadows, woods,
and a nation sight of water privileges, and under
the ground full of mines—it puts me in
mind of the soup at the tree-mont House.
One day I was a walkin in the Mall, and who should
I meet but Major Bradford, a gentleman from Connecticut,
that traded in calves and pumpkins for the Boston
market. Says he, Slick, where do you get your
grub to-day? At General Peep’s tavern,
says I; only fit for niggers, says he, why don’t
you come to the tree-mont house, that’s
the most splendid thing its generally allowed in all
the world. Why, says I, that’s a notch
above my mark, I guess it’s too plagy dear for
me, I cant afford it no how. Well, says he, its
dear in one sense, but its dog cheap in another—its
a grand place for speculation—there’s
so many rich southerners and strangers there that have
more money than wit, that you might do a pretty good
business there, without goin out of the street door.
I made two hundred dollars this mornin in little less
than half no time. There’s a Carolina Lawyer
there, as rich as a bank, and says he to me arter
breakfast, Major, says he, I wish I knew where to
get a real slapping trotter of a horse, one that could
trot with a flash of lightning for a mile, and beat
it by a whole neck or so. Says I, my Lord, (for
you must know, he says he’s the nearest male
heir to a Scotch dormant peerage,) my Lord, says I,
I have one a proper sneezer, a chap that can go ahead
of a rail road steamer, a real natural traveller,
one that can trot with the ball out of the small eend
of a rifle, and never break into a gallop. Says
he, Major, I wish you would’nt give me that
are nickname, I dont like it, (though he looked as
tickled all the time as possible,) I never knew says
he a lord that warnt a fool, that’s a fact,
and that’s the reason I don’t go ahead
and claim the title. Well, says I, my Lord I
dont know, but somehow I cant help a thinkin, if you
have a good claim, you’d be more like a fool
not to go ahead with it. Well, says he, Lord
or no Lord, let’s look at your horse. So
away I went to Joe Brown’s livery stable, at
tother eend of the city, and picked out the best trotter