The Attache; Or, Sam Slick In England(Fiscle Part-3) - Thomas Chandler Haliburton (reading well txt) 📗
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That Irritability, Which Is So Common Among All His
Countrymen, At The Absurd Accounts That Travellers Give
Of The United States In General, And The Gross Exaggerations
They Publish Of The State Of Slavery In Particular.
That There Is A Party In This Country, Whose Morbid
Sensibility Is Pandered To On The Subject Of Negro
Emancipation There Can Be No Doubt, As Is Proved By The
Experiment Made By Mr. Slick, Recorded In This Chapter.
On This Subject Every Man Has A Right To His Own Opinions,
But Any Interference With The Municipal Regulations Of
Another Country, Is So Utterly Unjustifiable, That It
Cannot Be Wondered At That The Americans Resent The
Conduct Of The European Abolishionists, In The Most
Unqualified And Violent Manner.
The Conversation That I Am Now About To Repeat, Took
Place On The Thames. Our Visits, Hitherto, Had Been
Restricted By The Rain To London. To-Day, The Weather
Being Fine, We Took Passage On Board Of A Steamer, And
Went To Greenwich.
While We Were Walking Up And Down The Deck, Mr. Slick
Again Adverted To The Story Of The Government Spies With
Great Warmth. I Endeavoured, But In Vain, To Persuade
Him That No Regular Organized System Of Espionage Existed
In England. He Had Obtained A Garbled Account Of One Or
Two Occurrences, And His Prejudice, (Which, Notwithstanding
His Disavowal, I Knew To Be So Strong, As To Warp All
His Opinions Of England And The English), Immediately
Built Up A System, Which Nothing I Could Say, Could At
All Shake.
I Assured Him The Instances He Had Mentioned Were Isolated
And Unauthorized Acts, Told In A Very Distorted Manner
But Mitigated, As They Really Were, When Truly Related,
They Were At The Time Received With The Unanimous
Disapprobation Of Every Right-Thinking Man In The Kingdom,
And That The Odium Which Had Fallen On The Relators, Was
So Immeasurably Greater Than What Had Been Bestowed On
The Thoughtless Principals, That There Was No Danger Of
Such Things Again Occurring In Our Day. But He Was
Immovable.
"Oh, Of Course, It Isn't True," He Said, "And Every
Englishman Will Swear It's A Falsehood. But You Must Not
Expect Us To Disbelieve It, Nevertheless; For Your
Travellers Who Come To America, Pick Up Here And There,
Some Absurd Ontruth Or Another; Or, If They Are All Picked
Up Already, Invent One; And Although Every Man, Woman,
And Child Is Ready To Take Their Bible Oaths It Is A Bam,
Yet The English Believe This One False Witness In Preference
To The Whole Nation.
"You Must Excuse Me, Squire; You Have A Right To Your
Opinion, Though It Seems You Have No Right To Blart It
Out Always; But I Am A Freeman, I Was Raised In Slickville,
Onion County, State Of Connecticut, United States Of
America, Which _Is_ A Free Country, And No Mistake; And
I Have A Right To My Opinion, And A Right To Speak It,
Too; And Let Me See The Man, Airl Or Commoner,
Parliamenterer Or Sodger Officer, That Dare To Report
Me, I Guess He'd Wish He'd Been Born A Week Later, That's
All. I'd Make A Caution Of Him, _I_ Know. I'd Polish His
Dial-Plate Fust, And Then I'd Feel His Short Ribs, So As
To Make Him Larf, A Leetle Jist A Leetle The Loudest He
Ever Heerd. Lord, He'd Think Thunder And Lightnin' A Mint
Julip To It. I'd Ring Him In The Nose As They Do Pigs In
My Country, To Prevent Them Rootin' Up What They Hadn't
Ought."
Volume 2 Chapter 5 (The Black Stole) Pg 115
Having Excited Himself By His Own Story, He First Imagined
A Case And Then Resented It, As If It Had Occurred. I
Expressed To Him My Great Regret That He Should Visit
England With These Feelings And Prejudices, As I Had
Hoped His Conversation Would Have Been As Rational And
As Amusing As It Was In Nova Scotia, And Concluded By
Saying That I Felt Assured He Would Find That No Such
Prejudice Existed Here Against His Countrymen, As He
Entertained Towards The English.
"Lord Love You!" Said He, "I Have No Prejudice. I Am The
Most Candid Man You Ever See. I Have Got Some Grit, But
I Ain't Ugly, I Ain't Indeed."
"But You Are Wrong About The English; And I'll Prove It
To You. Do You See That Turkey There?" Said He.
"Where?" I Asked. "I See No Turkey; Indeed, I Have Seen
None On Board. What Do You Mean?"
"Why That Slight, Pale-Faced, Student-Like Britisher; He
Is A Turkey, That Feller. He Has Been All Over The Union,
And He Is A Goin' To Write A Book. He Was At New York
When We Left, And Was Introduced To Me In The Street. To
Make It Liquorish, He Has Got All The Advertisements
About Runaway Slaves, Sales Of Niggers, Cruel Mistresses
And Licentious Masters, That He Could Pick Up. He Is A
Caterer And Panderer To English Hypocrisy. There Is
Nothin' Too Gross For Him To Swaller. We Call Them Turkeys;
First Because They Travel So Fast--For No Bird Travels
Hot Foot That Way, Except It Be An Ostrich--And Second,
Because They Gobble Up Every Thing That Comes In Their
Way. Them Fellers Will Swaller A Falsehood As Fast As A
Turkey Does A Grasshopper; Take It Right Down Whole,
Without Winkin'.
"Now, As We Have Nothin' Above Particular To Do, 'I'll
Cram Him' For You; I Will Show You How Hungry He'll Bite
At A Tale Of Horror, Let It Be Never So Onlikely; How
Readily He Will Believe It, Because It Is Agin Us; And
Then, When His Book Comes Out, You Shall See That All
England Will Credit It, Though I Swear I Invented It As
A Cram, And You Swear You Heard It Told As A Joke. They've
Drank In So Much That Is Strong, In This Way, Have The
English, They Require Somethin' Sharp Enough To Tickle
Their Palates Now. Wine Hante No Taste For A Man That
Drinks Grog, That's A Fact. It's As Weak As Taunton Water.
Come And Walk Up And Down Deck Along With Me Once Or
Twice, And Then We Will Sit Down By Him, Promiscuously
Like; And As Soon As I Get His Appetite Sharp, See How
I Will Cram Him."
"This Steam-Boat Is Very Onsteady To-Day. Sir," Said Mr.
Slick; "It's Not Overly Convenient Walking, Is It?"
Volume 2 Chapter 5 (The Black Stole) Pg 116
The Ice Was Broken. Mr. Slick Led Him On By Degrees To
His Travels, Commencing With New England, Which The
Traveller Eulogised Very Much. He Then Complimented Him
On The Accuracy Of His Remarks And The Depth Of His
Reflections, And Concluded By Expressing A Hope That He
Would Publish His Observations Soon, As Few Tourists Were
So Well Qualified For The Task As Himself.
Finding These Preliminary Remarks Taken In Good Part, He
Commenced The Process Of "Cramming."
"But Oh, My Friend," Said He, With A Most Sanctimonious
Air, "Did You Visit, And I Am Ashamed As An American
Citizen To Ask The Question, I Feel The Blood A Tannin'
Of My Cheek When I Inquire, Did You Visit The South? That
Land That Is Polluted With Slavery, That Land Where The
Boastin' And Crackin' Of Freemen Pile Up The Agony Pangs
On The Corroding Wounds Inflicted By The Iron Chains Of
The Slave, Until Natur Can't Stand It No More; My Heart
Bleeds Like A Stuck Critter, When I Think Of This Plague
Spot On The Body Politic. I Ought Not To Speak Thus;
Prudence Forbids It, National Pride Forbids It; But
Genu_Wine_ Feelings Is Too Strong For Polite Forms. 'Out
Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh.' Have
You Been There?"
"Turkey" Was Thrown Off His Guard, He Opened His Wallet,
Which Was Well Stocked, And Retailed His Stories, Many
Of Them So Very Rich, That I Doubted The Capacity Of The
Attache To Out-Herod Him. Mr. Slick Received These Tales
With Evident Horror, And Complimented The Narrator With
A Well Simulated Groan; And When He Had Done, Said, "Ah,
I See How It Is, They Have Purposely Kept Dark About The
Most Atrocious Features Of Slavery. Have You Never Seen
The Gougin' School?"
"No, Never."
"What, Not Seen The Gougin' School?"
"No, Sir; I Never Heard Of It."
"Why, You Don't Mean To Say So?"
"I Do, Indeed, I Assure You."
"Well, If That Don't Pass! And You Never Even Heerd Tell
Of It, Eh?"
"Never, Sir. I Have Never Either Seen It Or Heard Of It."
"I Thought As Much," Said Mr. Slick. "I Doubt If Any
Britisher Ever Did Or Ever Will See It. Well, Sir, In
Volume 2 Chapter 5 (The Black Stole) Pg 117South Carolina, There Is A Man Called Josiah Wormwood;
I Am Ashamed To Say He Is A Connecticut Man. For A
Considerable Of A Spell, He Was A Strollin' Preacher,
But It Didn't Pay In The Long Run. There Is So Much
Competition In That Line In Our Country, That He Consaited
The Business Was Overdone, And He Opened A Lyceum To
Charleston South Car, For Boxin', Wrestlin' And Other
Purlite British Accomplishments; And A Most A Beautiful
Sparrer He Is, Too; I Don't Know As I Ever See A More
Scientific Gentleman Than He Is, In That Line. Lately,
He Has Halfed On To It The Art Of Gougin' Or 'Monokolisin,'
As He Calls It, To Sound Grand; And If It Weren't So
Dreadful In Its Consequences, It Sartinly Is Amost Allurin'
Thing, Is Gougin'. The Sleight-Of-Hand Is Beautiful. All
Other Sleights We Know Are Tricks; But This Is Reality;
There Is The Eye Of Your Adversary In Your Hand; There
Is No Mistake. It's The Real Thing. You Feel You Have
Him; That You Have Set Your Mark On Him, And That You
Have Took Your Satisfaction. The Throb Of Delight Felt
By A 'Monokolister' Is Beyond All Conception."
"Oh Heavens!" Said The Traveller, "Oh Horror Of Horrors!
I Never Heard Any Thing So Dreadful. Your Manner Of
Telling It, Too, Adds To Its Terrors. You Appear To View
The Practice With A Proper Christian Disgust; And Yet
You Talk Like An Amateur. Oh, The Thing Is Sickening."
"It Is, Indeed," Said Mr. Slick, "Particularly To Him
That Loses His Peeper. But The Dexterity, You Know, Is
Another Thing. It Is Very Scientific. He Has Two Niggers,
Has Squire Wormwood, Who Teach The Wrastlin' And
Gouge-Sparrin'; But Practisin' For The Eye Is Done For
Punishment Of Runaways. He Has Plenty Of Subjects. All
The Planters Send Their Fugit_Ive_ Niggers There To Be
Practised On For An Eye. The Scholars Ain't Allowed To
Take More Than One Eye Out Of Them; If They Do, They Have
To Pay For The Nigger; For
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