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He gave a second glance at woman and child, and then passing silently out at the door disappeared with his companions in the darkness. "The hurricane is over," said the tavern-keeper, who had followed the Indians with his eyes as they glided like dim shadows to their birch canoes upon the Coosa.
Then the eyes of the many began following the eyes of the few, until a brief lull settled down on the dissonance, and everyone was staring at the girl who stood inside the door, dressed as a man, but holding their gaze with the lodestone of her womanly beauty. A hoarse shout went up from the rear. "A gal in pants! Hit's ther he-woman!" "I wants ter see ther tavern-keeper.
Paul's, within stone's throw of the scene where he tried to be a tavern-keeper and failed. Outside the more or less clearly defined limits of the city, the neighbourhood of St. Paul's, Fleet Street, the Strand and Covent Garden, the explorer of the inns and taverns of old London may encircle the metropolis from any given point and find something of interest everywhere.
The tavern-keeper, a brawny Swede, to whose blue eyes half the seamen that plied along the coast were familiar, held out a big hand to him as he entered. He had known the tall mariner when he had been on the Virginia bark before Hornygold had captured it and had had no news of him since.
The tavern-keeper came in a moment, a short little man with a weary smile. Peppers tossed him the pitcher. "Fill her up," he roared, "I follow the patriarch Noah. He was the only one of the whole shootin' match who stood in with the Lord, an' he got as drunk as a b'iled owl." Then he turned to us. "Will you have a swig, boys?" We declined, and he struck the table with his fist.
There could hardly be a greater difference between men than exists between Simon Slade the tavern-keeper, and Simon Slade the miller." "And intemperate, also?" I suggested. "He's beginning to take a little too much," was answered. "In that case, he'll scarcely be as well off five years hence as he is now." "He's at the top of the wheel, some of us think." "What has led to this opinion?"
But judging the tavern-keeper by himself, and noticing, moreover, that the former was well armed, he reflected that in days like those bread and meat were more precious than gold and silver; to request Gregory the Hollow-bellied to yield a part of his supper was folly; he would surely refuse, and if force was attempted he would kill the intruder.
It was an act of humanity, but still the destruction of this noble animal in the wilderness threw a gloom over our spirits. The doctor perceiving this, thought it advisable to enliven us with the following story: "All the New York amateurs of oysters know well the most jovial tavern-keeper in the world, old Slick Bradley, the owner of the 'Franklin, in Pearl-street.
"What business hez a bond-servant tew spend money fer a razor?" demanded the tavern-keeper, for nothing then so marked the distinction between the well-bred and the unbred as the smooth faces of the one and the hairy faces of the other. "Hasn't he a throat to cut?" demanded one of the group, "an' hasn't a covenant man reason to cut it?"
The farmer's eye sunk beneath the cold steady look of Dyer. "Mr. Bacon, I guess I shall have to call on you for them three hundred dollars," said the tavern-keeper, in a firm voice. "Can't pay that mortgage now, Mr. Dyer," returned Bacon, with a troubled expression; "no use to think of it." "Rather a cool way to treat a man after borrowing his money.
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