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Verty leaned more and more upon his instrument, listening to it as to some one speaking to him, his eyes closed, his bosom heaving, his under lip compressed sorrowfully as he dreamed. Roundjacket was just about to call upon Verty to cease his savage and outrageous conduct, or Mr.
"Don't be sorry," said Verty. "I cannot refrain, sir," said Roundjacket, in a tone of acute agony; "it is more than I can bear. See here, sir, again: 'High Jove! great father! is changed into 'By Jove, I'd rather! and so on. Sir, it is more than humanity can bear; I feel that I shall sink under it. I shall be in bed to-morrow, sir after all my trouble 'By Jove!"
Now, what is the irresistible conclusion we arrive at from a view of these incontestable facts," observed Mr. Roundjacket, endeavoring to catch Verty's wandering eye; "why, my young friend, that Winchester here is to be the celebrated locality that the great poet of Virginia will here arise! Is it not plain, sir?" "Anan?" said Verty, smiling, and roused from his abstraction by the silence.
Rushton had retired, and Verty only heard a door slam. He rose. "I'm going to see Redbud, Mr. Roundjacket," he said, "and I think she'll like my dress good-bye." Roundjacket only replied by flourishing his ruler. Verty put on his cocked hat, admired himself for an instant in the mirror over the fire-place, and went out humming his eternal Indian song.
"Yes, sir! his abominable, trashy, revolting poem, called 'The Rise and Progress of the Certiorari. The consequence of all which, is here's my horse; find the martingale, you black cub! the consequence is, that my office work is not done as it should be, and I shall be compelled to get another clerk in addition to that villain, Roundjacket." "Why not exchange with some one?" "How?"
Roundjacket interposed with his ruler, managing that instrument pretty much as a marshal does his baton. "No," he said, "that is impossible, young man. But you need give yourself no uneasiness Mr. Rushton is only a little out of sorts. You will find him quite well to-morrow. Return home now. There is your rifle."
"You are not far wrong there, young man," replied his companion; "but it also has its delights." "I have never seen any." "You are a savage." "I believe I am." "Your character is like your costume barbarous." "Yes Indian," said Verty; "but I just thought, Mr. Roundjacket, of my new suit. To-day was to be the time for getting it."
"Hum! yes, sir; there is a certain amount of irrationality in any body desiring such a thing not in you especially." "Oh, Mr. Roundjacket, you advised me only a few weeks ago to be always courting somebody courting was the word; I recollect it." "Hum!" repeated Roundjacket; "did I?" "Yes, sir." "Well, sir, I suppose a man has a right to amend." "Anan, sir?"
"Sir," he said, "whether you are an Indian by blood or not, you certainly are by nature. Extraordinary! who ever heard of a civilized individual using such language!" "But you know I am not civilized, sir." Roundjacket shook his head. "There's the objection," he said; "it is absolutely necessary that a man who becomes the husband of a young lady should be civilized.
"At twelve I had already had my heart broken three times," continued Mr. Roundjacket; "and now, sir, I make it a point to pay my addresses yes, to proceed to the last word, the 'will you, namely, once, at least, a year." Verty replied that this was very kind in Mr. Roundjacket, and then rising, stretched himself, and took up his bow. "I feel very tired," he said, "I wish I was in the woods."
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