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Updated: May 26, 2025
One day the postmistress leaned on the shelf at her window and chatted with me. The next she passed out my letters with hardly a glance. Mrs. Graves did not see me at early communion on Sunday morning. The hackman was busy when I called him. It was intangible, a matter of omission, not commission.
The cab's so full o' his parcels now, he's only got just room fur himself on the back seat. An' then he has the hackman drive to a place away down-town." Mr. Lafferty paused for a moment to wet his throat with brandy and water.
"All right, massa, I'll keep awake. How am I to get home?" "I will instruct the hackman to take you home." "Yah, yah; I'll be ridin' like a gentleman!" The journey was successfully accomplished, but it took an hour, for, according to directions, the hackman did not force his pace, but drove slowly, till he reached the North River pier indicated.
The Niagara hackman may once have been a predatory and very rampant animal, but public opinion, long expressed through the public prints, has reduced him to silence and meekness.
But the Bedford coffee-house has a more sensational association. It was here, according to Horace Walpole, that James Hackman spent his last few hours of freedom ere he murdered Martha Ray as she was leaving Covent Garden theatre on the night of April 17th, 1779. No tragedy of that period caused so great a sensation.
As the train slowed down, she leaned a little out of the window and looked at the shabby houses and shabby streets revealed by the flickering lights in the lamp-posts. Finally they came to a shabby station, were seized upon by a grinning darky hackman, who would not take no for an answer, and were rattled away to the hotel.
He lit a fifteen-cent cigar and puffed away as if he were used to it. "Be your-a aunt," he said, "be-a anybody's aunt. You good-a feller." This sentiment led to another round of drinks, and then the pair tumbled into a cab, singing discordantly in two languages. Perkins fortunately remembered the address of Haines, and was able to mumble it so that the hackman could understand.
It was when I asked the hackman to put me down at the little telephone building. I thought she put her hand to her throat, although the next moment she was only adjusting the ruching at her neck. "You you have decided to have the second telephone put in, then?" I hesitated. She so obviously did not want it installed.
On the next afternoon, while engaged in a few words with the station hackman, who said I was taking his trade although not needing the Money which was a thing he could not possably know while he had a familey and a horse to feed, I saw the Stranger of the milk wagon, et cetera, emerge from the one-thirty five. "Where to?" I asked in a pre-emptory manner. Do you know the Place?"
But that phase of trouble was averted, for, as it happened, he remained in the car ahead until, at dusk, the train rolled into Albuquerque. Here the proprietor of the Armijo House was at the station with his hackman awaiting the train's arrival.
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