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I cannot say that these exceptions proved wholly that an ironclad observance of the rule would have been best, but I am sure of it in one instance. A man named Lomas, who claimed to be a Marylander, offered me his services as a spy, and coming highly recommended from Mr. Stanton, who had made use of him in that capacity, I employed him.
Among them was a repeater, belonging to our young Marylander. If you, my reader, will please to skip backward, over this parenthesis, you will come to our conversation, which it has interrupted. It a'n't the feed, said the young man John, it's the old woman's looks when a fellah lays it in too strong. The feed's well enough.
Show me any other place where every other drawing-room is not a chamber of the Inquisition, with papas and mammas for inquisitors, and the cold shoulder, instead of the "dry pan and the gradual fire," the punishment of "heresy"! We think Baltimore is a pretty civilized kind of a village, said the young Marylander, good-naturedly.
And he bowed, grabbled up a dingy handkerchief that dangled from him somewhere, wiped off his shriveled smile, and then declared that if frankness was a mark of the Marylander, he should always be glad to acknowledge his native State. Brooks, Colton's son-in-law, now came in.
And what of Philadelphia? said the Marylander. Oh, Philadelphia?
The divinity-student was not quite up to the idea of the commonwealth, as our young friend the Marylander, for instance, understood it. He could not get rid of that notion of private property in truth, with the right to fence it in, and put up a sign-board, thus: ALL TRESPASSERS ARE WARNED OFF THESE GROUNDS!
Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from the darkness, and the sentries knew that two or three men were running toward them. Zeb Cole, a large, powerful Marylander, finding one of them coming directly at him, dropped his musket and, seizing the fellow's throat, hurled him to the ground. "Halt! ye wanderin' Israelite. Stop an' tell me who you are?"
The Marylander knew that the game was up, as far as he was concerned; if he went on and escaped the bullet, those below would have seen at what window he entered, and the start was hopelessly short: to persist would only have insured two recaptures. He certainly did the wisest thing in retracing his way as speedily as possible.
In this summer of 1787 there rose to public prominence in the western country a man whose influence upon it was destined to be malign in intention rather than in actual fact. James Wilkinson, by birth a Marylander, came to Kentucky in 1784.
Some of the boarders were of opinion that Iris did not return the undisguised attentions of the handsome young Marylander. Instead of fixing her eyes steadily on him, as she used to look upon the Little Gentleman, she would turn them away, as if to avoid his own.
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