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Now all de fu'nicher, de shoes, de wagons, de buggies, de tinware, de hoss shoes, de nails to fasten 'em on wid yas, an' fo' de Lawd! even de clothes dat folks wears on dere backs, is made at de Norf, an' dere ain' nothin' lef' fer de ole niggers ter do, let 'lone de young ones. Yo' boss is de right kin'; I hopes he'll stay 'roun' here till you an' me dies."
He engaged hands to erect a frame building, collected by the assistance of some mysterious agency a heterogeneous stock consisting of calicoes, tinware, coffee, sugar, tobacco, and various waif and stray commodities, and, having done so, took his seat on the porch one morning and announced the establishment open. Upon the whole, the enterprise was a success.
Its shelves accumulated dress goods, dry goods, clothing, hardware; its rafters dangled with tinware and kettles, with rope, harness, webbing; its bins overflowed with various food-stuffs unknown to the purveyor of a lumber camp's commissary, but in demand by the housewife; its one glass case shone temptingly with fancy stationery, dollar watches, and even cheap jewelry.
"A halberdier," said I. "That was an ancient man-at-arms of many hundred years ago." "Some mistake," said Eighteen. "This one wasn't that old. He wasn't over twenty-three or four. "It was the boss's idea, rigging a man up in an ante-bellum suit of tinware and standing him on the landing of the slosh.
Come on!" The table was set. Moreover, to her surprise and yet not so greatly to her surprise, for she was beginning to expect almost anything from this paradoxical young man it was spread with linen, and the cutlery was silver, the dishes china, in contradistinction to the tinware of his camp outfit.
They came in flocks, each with flowers, most with a towel or some small remembrance; then the elders began to come, merchants with comforts, blankets, and towels, hardware men with frying pans, flat irons, and tinware.
"To the devil with your tinware; and if you cannot get it there fast enough by any other process, mount a South Carolina ass! for it occurs to me you would look well mounted upon such an animal!" This somewhat uncourteous retort disarmed the major, who stood for a time not knowing what to say in reply.
"Hi there, hang you, where you heading?" he roared. The tinware had been stacked up on a bench to dry out in the sunlight. Perhaps it was the rays of the sun on the bright tin that attracted Billy's attention. At any rate he went through it with a bound, amid the crash of rattling tin and splintering wood.
His eyes commanded the approaches down the road, up the road, and across the street; taking in the passing peddler with the tinware, and the girl with a basket strapped to her back, her fingers knitting for dear life, not to mention so unimportant an object as myself swinging down the road, my iron-shod alpenstock hammering the cobbles.
"I am Tom Carver, at your service." "Glad to know you. Where do you live? Maybe your wife would like some tinware this mornin'?" said Abner, relaxing his gaunt features into a smile. "She didn't say anything about it when I came out," said Tom, entering into the joke. "Maybe you'd like a tin-dipper for your youngest boy?" "Maybe I would, if you've got any to give away."
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