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At the gate of a most comfortable looking farm house stood Deacon Flint, a respectable old man, who had understood the value of time better than most of his neighbours, if one might judge from the appearance of every thing about him. After the usual salutation, an invitation to "alight" was accepted by Mr. Slick, who said, he wished to take leave of Mrs. Flint before he left Colchester.
"Don't know, your honour, never saw him before; he looks like a furriner, too." "Come, Mr. Slick," said I, "we are attracting too much attention here, let us go." "Cuss 'em," said he, "I'll attract more attention afore I've done yet, when Old Clay comes, and then I'll tell 'em who I am Sam Slick, from Slickville, Onion County, State of Connecticut, United States of America.
Hopewell comfortably settled in his lodgings, I went to the office of the Belgian Consul and other persons to obtain the necessary passports for visiting Germany, where I had a son at school. Mr. Slick proceeded at the same time to the residence of his Excellency Abednego Layman, who had been sent to this country by the United States on a special mission, relative to the Tariff.
'You may come out, John, said she to her husband, 'it's only Mr. Slick; and out came John from under the bed backwards, on all fours, like an ox out of the shoein' frame, or a lobster skullin' wrong eend foremost; he looked as wild as a hawk.
Slick, with that peculiarly composed manner, that indicates suppressed feeling, "for you were always wide awake; if all the folks had cut their eye-teeth as airly as you did, their'd be plaguy few clocks sold in these parts, I reckon; but you are right, Squire, you may say that, they actilly were NOT worth havin', and that's the truth.
A good dish and an unexpected dish is most acceptable, and certainly my American friend and myself did ample justice to the Oysters, which, if they have not so classical a name, have quite as good a flavor as their far famed brethren of Milton. Mr. Slick eat so heartily, that when he resumed his conversation, he indulged in the most melancholy forebodings.
"It was slick, I suppose, but it's probably too late to help." "Have you telephoned to Graydon?" "Not yet." "Don't." "Change of heart?" "Change of mind." "That's so. You haven't any heart." Bansemer was not losing his courage; it was only the dread of having Graydon find out. He stuck close to his office, seeing but few people.
Then both young hunters leaped up and dressed as rapidly as possible. "He was a slick one," said Aaron Masterson. "He got free of the rope around his wrists somehow and then he clum to the top o' the harness closet and into the loft. From the winder he dropped onto the shed an' then to the ground." "But what of your dog? Didn't he go after him?" questioned the doctor's son.
There, she is looking back again not at poor me, though. What a lovely girl she is! and a real lady l'air noble the real genuine grit, as Sam Slick says, and no mistake. By Jove, what a face! what hands! what feet! what a figure in spite of crinolines and all abominations! And didn't she know it? And didn't she know that you knew it too?"
There is much of elegance, and more of comfort in England. It is a great and a good country, Mr. Poker, but there is no natur in it. "It is as true as gospel," said Mr. Slick, "I'm tellin' you no lie. It's a fact.
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