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CHAPTER 11
In Which Property Gets into an Improper State of Mind
IT was late in a drizzly afternoon that a traveller alighted at the door of a
small country hotel, in the village of N__, in Kentucky. In the bar-room he found
assembled quite a miscellaneous company, whom stress of weather had driven to
harbor, and the place presented the usual scenery of such reunions. Great, tall,
raw-boned Kentuckians, attired in hunting-shirts, and trailing their loose joints
over a vast extent of territory, with the easy lounge peculiar to the race,- rifles
stacked away in the corner, shot-pouches, game-bags, hunting-dogs, and little ne-
groes, all rolled together in the corners,- were the characteristic features in the pic-
ture. At each end of the fireplace sat a long-legged gentleman, with his chair
tipped back, his hat on his head, and the heels of his muddy boots reposing sub-
limely on the mantelpiece,- a position, we will inform our readers, decidedly fa-
vorable to the turn of reflection incident to western taverns, where travellers
exhibit a decided preference for this particular mode of elevating their under-
standings.
Mine host, who stood behind the bar, like most of his countrymen, was great
of stature, good-natured, and loose-jointed, with an enormous shock of hair on his
head, and a great tall hat on the top of that.
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