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But flour can be brought down the Mississippi so much cheaper than it can be brought from New York." "Have you any idee, lieutenant, what Uncle Sam's men are paying for it at New Orleens, just to keep soul and bodies together among the so'gers?" "That may be true, sir quite true, I dare say, Mr. Spike.
Nine year' back you went to sea in the John S. Hancock, an' was wrecked off the Leeward Isles an' cast up on a spit o' rock. I'd been hangin' about New Orleens, just then, at a loose end, an' bein' in want o' cash, took a scamper in the Shawanee, a dirty tramp of a schooner knockin' in an' out and peddlin' notions among the West Indy Islanders.
And that's about the last thing, Mister Geake, I can mind doin'. 'Tis all foolishness after that. They tell me that a 'Merican schooner, the Shawanee, sighted my shirt flappin', an' sent a boat an' took me off an' landed me at New Orleens. My head was bad oh, very bad an' they put me in a 'sylum an' cured me. But they took eight year' over it, an' I doubt if 'tis much of a job after all.
But we speak it real well, and it's generally allowed we speak English, too, better than the British. 'Oh, says he, 'you one very droll Yankee, dat very good joke, Sare; you talk Indian and call it French. 'But, says I, 'Mister Mount shear; it is French, I vow; real merchantable, without wainy edge or shakes all clear stuff; it will pass survey in any market it's ready stuck and seasoned. 'Oh, very like, says he, bowin' as polite as a black waiter at New OrLEENS, 'very like, only I never heerd it afore; oh, very good French dat CLEAR STUFF, no doubt, but I no understand it's all my fault, I dare say, Sare.
I heard of her death at New Orleens, three years later." "And how could you leave her ashore she, your true and lawful wife?" "It was a bad thing," answered Spike, who, like all other mortals, regarded his own past career, now that he stood on the edge of the grave, very differently from what he had regarded it in the hour of his health and strength.
He then uttered the negro ejaculation "chah! chah!" and putting his arms a-kimbo, danced in a most extraordinary style to the music of a song, which he gave with great expression: "Oh hab you nebber heerd ob de battle ob Orleens, Where de dandy Yankee lads gave de Britishers de beans; Oh de Louisiana boys dey did it pretty slick, When dey cotch ole Packenham and rode him up a creek.
You know how it is with our government always wrong, whatever it does! and I can show you paragraphs in letters written from New Orleens, which tell us that Uncle Sam is paying seventy-five and eighty per cent. more for flour than anybody else." "He must be a flush old chap to be able to do that, Spike." "Flush! I rather think he is.
I went back down de ribber, fer I 'lowed he'd gone down dere lookin' fer me. I's be'n ter Noo Orleens, an' Atlanty, an' Charleston, an' Richmon'; an' w'en I'd be'n all ober de Souf I come ter de Norf. Fer I knows I'll fin' 'im some er dese days," she added softly, "er he'll fin' me, an' den we'll bofe be as happy in freedom as we wuz in de ole days befo' de wah."
I went back down de ribber, fer I 'lowed he 'd gone down dere lookin' fer me. I 's be'n ter Noo Orleens, an' Atlanty, an' Charleston, an' Richmon'; an' w'en I 'd be'n all ober de Souf I come ter de Norf. Fer I knows I 'll fin' 'im some er dese days," she added softly, "er he 'll fin' me, an' den we 'll bofe be as happy in freedom as we wuz in de ole days befo' de wah."
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