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No one 'ld mind fightin' for 'im. It's 'is blighted Gov'nment wot's all bloomin' wrong blast 'em!" The reply came from a young man evidently of sedentary occupation a shop-assistant or clerk: "You're all right, too, old sport; but don't you forget the other feller's proclamation. If you 'aven't got no uniform, your number's up for lead pills, an' don't you forget it.
I like your spirit about the census, Hamilton," the old mountaineer continued, "an' if yo' can give the gov'nment any service, I reckon yo'd better try, but leave the mount'n districts either to popular favorites or to a stranger."
A man with nothing against him has a chance; with the rhino he has it, even if he's guilty. But you'll swing. Charlie, who brought you back just now, had a chat with the 'Torney-General's devil's clerk's clerk, while old Nog o' Bow Street was trying to read their Spanish. He says it's a Gov'nment matter.
"I was," the boy answered, and in a few words he told how he had seen the native go by with a gun and a lantern and had heard the shot fired a few minutes ago. "Sounds like smugglin'," the old whaler said, after a minute's thought. "Well, there's no great harm in that. That is, I don't think so, though the gov'nment chaps might say different." "Smuggling?" queried Colin; "poaching.
Pausing a moment to look after the flying Olooya, the man turned and glanced around the room, and then with a coarse, familiar smile approached Pomfrey. "Hope I ain't disturbin' ye, but I allowed I'd just be neighborly and drop in seein' as this is gov'nment property, and me and my pardners, as American citizens and tax-payers, helps to support it.
But they pay a good price fo' picked peanuts, an' Ah can get these boys hyar to do the pickin'. In one o' the papers Ah saw up to Colonel 'Gerius' place the other day, one the gov'nment puts out, thar's a list showin' this country has to send to foreign countries fo' twelve million bushels o' peanuts every year.
Colonel 'Gerius jes' does all he can, an' he gets us gov'nment seeds an' papers, an' advises every one fo' miles aroun'. Yas, sah, we're gettin' on. If yo' have to go to Bullertown, sah, yo'll fin' as nice a li'l place as thar is f'om one end o' the United States cla'r to the other, an' thar's not one white person in it." "Bullertown?" queried Hamilton in surprise.
"And what do ye kalkilate all our property, letting alone this yer house, and the driftwood front, is worth all together?" "Includin' wot the Gov'nment owes us? for that's all ours, ye know?" said Jim quickly. "No leavin' that out jest for greens, you know," suggested Maggie. "Well nigh onter a hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars, I reckon, by and large." "That's a heap o' money, Jim!
"Thar's a-plenty o' folks hyeh in the mount'ns that yo' c'n never make see how knowin' their private affairs does the gov'nment any good." "But you don't feel that way, Uncle Eli, surely?" "Wa'al, I don' know. Settin' here talkin' about it, I know it's all right, an' I'm willin' to tell all I know.
The farm was run by an orphaned colored girl nineteen years old and her four younger brothers. "Jes' as soon as the young-uns gits big enough," she said to Hamilton, when discussing the statistics of her little holding, "we're goin' to buy a big patch o' peanut land. Ah'd like to grow peanuts every year, but these hyar gov'nment papers say yo' shouldn't.
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