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Bigsby with great promptness. "I've heard enough of 'em." "But this here one hez suthin' to do with your fr'en', John Lummox," said Dan'l, with a chuckle. Mrs. Bigsby stared. "Go on, then," she said, "but, for goodness' sake, cut it short." Dan'l threw away his quid and replenished it from his silver tobacco box. Mrs.
I said, "Bigsby, if you do that agin, I shall hit you! Much as I respect you and your excellent faml'y, I shall disfiger your beneverlent countenance for life!" "What has ruffled your spirits, friend?" said the lan'lord. "My spirits has been ruffled," I ansered in a bittur voice, "by a viper who was into the Crimea.
Bigsby, "ye didn't let that poor feller" "You hol' on!" said her brother; "business is business; but I sez to him: 'Ye oughter put it down to Profit and Loss account. Or perhaps we'll have a chance o' gettin' rid o' them, not in Noo York, where folks is sharp, but here in the country, and then ye kin credit yourself with the amount arter you've got rid o' them." "Laws!
I'm sorry ye did that, Dan'l," said Mrs. Bigsby. "With that he riz up," continued Dan'l, ignoring his sister, "and, takin' them counterfeit notes from my hand, sez he: 'Them notes belong to ME now, sez he, 'and I'm goin' to destroy 'em. And with that he walks over to the fire as stiff as a poker, and held them notes in it until they were burnt clean up."
"Huntly Lodge, 31st August, 1837. The Lord has been better to me than all my fears. My heart was so full of the Lord's goodness, that there was no room for bitterness; and after a few moments alone, I could not rest till we had thanked our tender Father; Mr. Bigsby was the organ of our thanksgiving. Dewar's prayer was very much what I needed.
You ought to know me by this time." "That's so!" said Mrs. Bigsby; "I'm wonderin' ye dared to ax him." Dan'l passed his hand over his mouth, and continued: "'I dunno but you're right, Lummox, sez I; 'per'aps it's jest as well as thar wasn't TWO in the Bank in that bizness. But the more I looked at the hoss the more I hankered arter him. 'Look here, sez I, 'I tell ye what I'll do!
The master-mechanic had gone aside to hold converse with a man who had driven up in a buckboard, coming from the direction in which Little Butte lay. "Goodloe told me the wreck-wagons were here, and I thought you would probably be along," the buckboard driver was saying. "How are things shaping up? I haven't cared to risk the wires since Bigsby leaked on us."
Ye see he ain't accustomed to look at a five or a ten dollar note as sharp as some men, and he's already taken in two tens and a five counterfeits." "Gracious!" said Mrs. Bigsby. "What did the poor feller do?" "Oh, he ups and tells me, all right, after he discovered it. And sez he: 'I've charged my account with 'em, sez he, 'so the Bank won't lose it." "Why, Dan'l," said Mrs.
"Well, but that was honest and straightforward in him!" said Mrs. Bigsby. "Um! but it wasn't business and ye see" Dan'l paused and rubbed his chin. "Well, go on!" said Mrs. Bigsby impatiently. "Well, ye see, neither him nor me was very smart in detectin' counterfeits, or even knowin' 'em, and" "Well! For goodness' sake, Dan'l, speak out!"
"I reckon we'll hitch hosses," said Dan'l, with a smile. A few weeks later, one evening, Dan'l Borem sat with his sister alone. John Lummox, who was now residing with them, was attending a social engagement. Mrs. Bigsby knew that Dan'l had something to communicate, but knew that he would do so in his own way. "Speakin' o' hoss trades," he began. "We WASN'T and we ain't goin' to," said Mrs.
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