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The soil is fruitful, and produces a great quantity of tobacca, which the people cultivate as their staple commodity. The seat of government is established at Annapolis, a small town beautifully situated on the river Patuxent.

"A widde's heart takes aim and flies straight as a bullet; and the hearts o' you garls, they're like whiffs o' tobacca, curlin' and wrigglin' and not knowin' where they're goin'. Marry 'em, Pole! marry 'em!" Mrs. Chump gesticulated, with two dangling hands.

"A widde's heart takes aim and flies straight as a bullet; and the hearts o' you garls, they're like whiffs o' tobacca, curlin' and wrigglin' and not knowin' where they're goin'. Marry 'em, Pole! marry 'em!" Mrs. Chump gesticulated, with two dangling hands.

"Though I've never been to see." "Ah never had much schoolin'," went on Chris. "I lef school when I was twelve, 'cause it warn't much good, an' dad drank so the folks needed me to work on the farm." "What do you grow in your part of the country?" "Mostly coan. A little wheat an' tobacca. Then we raised a lot o' stock.... But Ah was juss going to tell ye Ah nearly did kill a guy once."

'Tis little wan poipe av tobacca wud count for betune six starvin' savigees." "Wot I wants," growled the Reserve man, "is to over-'aul a bacca factory afire, and clap my mouth to 'er chimbley-shaft. So take it back, Corporal. It's no manner o' good to me!" All the other voices joined in the chorus, and the be-papered pipe was thrust back upon its owner.

The old man answered eagerly: "Oh dear! Yes, sir No. 1, name of Creed. You're the gentleman where the young person goes for to copy of a book!" "It's not my book she copies." "Oh no; it's an old gentleman; I know 'im. He come an' see me once. He come in one Sunday morning. 'Here's a pound o' tobacca for you! 'e says. 'You was a butler, 'e says.

A pot of hot tea soon was ready, and I drank some of it. "I hopes you feels better, sir," then spoke young Duncan MacLean. "A smoke'll taste good now. Got a pipe, sir?" I produced my pipe, and he held out to me a plug of tobacco. "Take he an' fill th' pipe, sir." With the plug in my possession, I drew my sheath-knife to cut it. But Gilbert Blake objected. "He's a big un, sir, to cut tobacca with.

"Old man" Carson so-called through lack of courtesy and because of the sprinkling of gray through his black hair, a man of perhaps forty-five filled an unthinkably disreputable pipe with his own conception of "real tobacca" and chuckled so that the second match was required; before he was ready to say his say. "You just listen to me, you boys!" he said.

After supper the time was passed in chatting over their pipes around a spacious fireplace, in front of which, Paul was to sleep. During the evening he admired a beautiful little girl four years of age. She was as shy at first as she was pretty; but finally mustered sufficient courage to edge timidly up to his side and ask: "Please sah, gimme a chaw tobacca?"

The mother, who was attending to score domestic affairs, overheard the conversation and turning to Paul, remarked: "Now, stranger, do yo' raily think uts right t' give a chile like thet tobacca?" "Decidedly I do not," said Paul. "Look ut thet; look ut thet, Dan," she exclaimed triumphantly, addressing her husband, "even a stranger don't think uts right. What hev I allus been a tellin' yo'?"