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“Any news?” said the respondent, taking out a strip of tobacco and a large hunting-knife from his pocket. “Not that I know of,” said the man. “Chaw?” said the first speaker, handing the old gentleman a bit of his tobacco, with a decidedly brotherly air. “No, thank ye-it don’t agree with me,” said the little man, edging off. “Don’t, eh?” said the other, easily, and stowing away the morsel in his own mouth, in order to keep up the supply of tobacco-juice, for the general benefit of society. The old gentleman uniformly gave a little start whenever his long-sided brother fired in his direction; and this being observed by his companion, he very good-naturedly turned his artillery to another quarter, and proceeded to storm one of the fire-irons with a degree of military talent fully sufficient to take a city. “What’s that?” said the old gentleman, observing some of the company formed in a group around a large handbill. “Nigger advertised?” said one of the company, briefly. Mr. Wilson, for that was the old gentleman’s name, rose up, and, after care- fully adjusting his valise and umbrella, proceeded deliberately to take out his spec- tacles and fix them on his nose; and, this operation being performed, read as follows: |
