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Updated: June 10, 2025
Buffle's manners when engaged in his business were not agreeable. To collect is one thing, and to look about as if suspicious of the goods being gradually removing in the dead of the night by a back door is another, over taxing you have no control but suspecting is voluntary.
As it was the ace of trumps, Buffle's indignation arose, and so did his person and pistol. "Hang yer," said he, savagely; "yer don't come that game on me. I've got that ace myself." An ordinary man would have drawn pistol also, but Buffle's antagonist knew his only safety lay in keeping quiet, so he only stared vacantly at the muzzle of the revolver, that was so precisely aimed at his own head.
A single candle hung on a wire over the barrel, and afforded light auxiliary to that thrown out by the fireplace. The game had been going largely in Buffle's favor, as was usually the case, when one of the opposition injudiciously played an ace which was clearly from another pack of cards, inasmuch as Buffle, who had dealt, had the rightful ace in his own hand.
Buffle's articled young gentleman, that it was whispered that Miss Buffle would go either into a consumption or a convent she being so very thin and off her appetite and two close-shaved gentlemen with white bands round their necks peeping round the corner whenever she went out in waistcoats resembling black pinafores. So things stood towards Mr.
"Not quite yit yer got him here in time, Buffle," said Muggy. "Thank the Lord!" said Buffle. His lips were very familiar with the name of the Lord, but they had never before used it in this sense. Then, while several men were getting ready to ask Buffle where he found his man Californians never ask questions in a hurry there came from the direction of Buffle's shanty the sound of a subdued cry.
"Sir" says the Major very red and looking him full in the face "there are two quarters of the Gallantry Taxes due and the Collector has called." Upon which if you can believe my words my dear the Major drops Mr. Buffle's hat off again. "This " Mr. Buffle begins very angry with his pen in his mouth, when the Major steaming more and more says "Take your bit out sir!
The two other players had risen to their feet, and were mentally composing epitaphs for the victim, when there was heard a decided knock on the door. "Come in!" roared Buffle's partner, who was naturally the least excited of the four. "Come in, hang yer, if yer life's insured." The door opened slowly, and a woman entered.
Conversation turned on Muggy's invention, and a few bets were exchanged, which showed the boys were not quite sure it was a rocker, after all. Suddenly Sandytop, who had been leaning against the door-frame, and, looking in the direction of Buffle's old cabin, ejaculated: "'Tis a rocker, boys it's a rocker, but but not that kind."
But they were not liked and there was that domestic unhappiness in the family in consequence of their both being very hard with Miss Buffle and one another on account of Miss Buffle's favouring Mr.
"At last!" exclaimed Buffle, convinced that he had found his man; but his emotions were quickly cooled by the man in the road, who, jumping from the ground, picked up Buffle's pistol, cocked and aimed it, and spoke in a grating voice, as if through set teeth: "Give back that locket this second, or, as God lives, I'll take it out of a dead man's hand."
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