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never have no doubt o’ your meaning, Tom. If you an’t the devil, Tom, you’s his twin brother, I’ll say that for ye!” Tom received the compliment with becoming modesty, and began to look as affable as was consistent, as John Bunyan says, “with his doggish nature.” Haley, who had been imbibing very freely of the staple of the evening, began to feel a sensible elevation and enlargement of his moral faculties-a phenomenon not unusual with gentlemen of a serious and reflective turn, under similar circum- stances. “Wal, now, Tom,” he said, “ye re’lly is too bad, as I al’ays have told ye; ye know, Tom, you and I used to talk over these yer matters down in Natchez, and I used to prove to ye that we made full as much, and was as well off for this yer world, by treatin’ on em well, besides keepin’ a better chance for comin’ in the kingdom at last, when wust comes to wust, and thar an’t nothing else left to get, ye know.” “Boh!” said Tom, “don’t I know?- don’t make me too sick with any yer stuff,- my stomach is a leetle riled now;” and Tom drank half a glass of raw brandy. “I say,” said Haley, and leaning back in his chair and gesturing impressively, “I’ll say this now, I al’ays meant to drive my trade so as to make money on’t, fust and foremost, as much as any man; but, then, trade an’t everything, and money an’t everything, ‘cause we’s all got souls. I don’t care, now, who hears me say it,- and I think a cussed sight on it,- so I may as well come out with it. I believe in re- |
