The Attache; Or, Sam Slick In England(Fiscle Part-3) - Thomas Chandler Haliburton (reading well txt) 📗
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The Becomins.
'"Anything I Can Do For You, Sir?' Sais She, And She
Raelly Did Look Pretty; All Good Natur'd People, It
Volume 1 Chapter 2 (A Juicy Day In The Country) Pg 13Appears To Me, Do Look So.
"'Will You Be So Good As To Tell Me, Which Door Leads To
The Staircase, Marm?' Sais I.
"'Oh, Is That All?' Sais She, (I Suppose, She Thort I
Wanted Her To Get Up And Get Breakfast For Me,) 'It's
The First On The Right, And She Fixed Her Cap Agin' And
Laid Down, And I Took The First On The Right And Off Like
A Blowed Out Candle. There Was The Staircase. I Walked
Down, Took My Hat, Onbolted The Outer Door, And What A
Beautiful Day Was There. I Lit My Cigar, I Breathed
Freely, And I Strolled Down The Avenue.
"The Bushes Glistened, And The Grass Glistened, And The
Air Was Sweet, And The Birds Sung, And There Was Natur'
Once More. I Walked To The Lodge; They Had Breakfasted
Had The Old Folks, So I Chatted Away With Them For A
Considerable Of A Spell About Matters And Things In
General, And Then Turned Towards The House Agin'. 'Hallo!'
Sais I, 'What's This? Warn't That A Drop Of Rain?' I
Looks Up, It Was Another Shower By Gosh. I Pulls Foot
For Dear Life: It Was Tall Walking You May Depend, But
The Shower Wins, (Comprehens_Ive_ As My Legs Be), And
Down It Comes, As Hard As All Possest. 'Take It Easy,
Sam,' Sais I, 'Your Flint Is Fixed; You Are Wet
Thro'--Runnin' Won't Dry You,' And I Settled Down To A
Careless Walk, Quite Desperate.
"'Nothin' In Natur', Unless It Is An Ingin, Is So
Treacherous As The Climate Here. It Jist Clears Up On
Purpose I Do Believe, To Tempt You Out Without Your
Umbreller, And Jist As Sure As You Trust It And Leave It
To Home, It Clouds Right Up, And Sarves You Out For It--It
Does Indeed. What A Sight Of New Clothes I've Spilte
Here, For The Rain Has A Sort Of Dye In It. It Stains
So, It Alters The Colour Of The Cloth, For The Smoke Is
Filled With Gas And All Sorts Of Chemicals. Well, Back
I Goes To My Room Agin' To The Rooks, Chimbly Swallers,
And All, Leavin' A Great Endurin' Streak Of Wet Arter Me
All The Way, Like A Cracked Pitcher That Leaks; Onriggs,
And Puts On Dry Clothes From Head To Foot.
"By This Time Breakfast Is Ready; But The English Don't
Do Nothin' Like Other Folks; I Don't Know Whether It's
Affectation, Or Bein' Wrong In The Head--A Little Of Both
I Guess. Now Where Do You Suppose The Solid Part Of
Breakfast Is, Squire? Why, It's On The Side-Board--I Hope
I May Be Shot If It Ain't--Well, The Tea And Coffee Are
On The Table, To Make It As Onconvenient As Possible.
"Says I, To The Lady Of The House, As I Got Up To Help
Myself, For I Was Hungry Enough To Make Beef Ache I Know.
'Aunty,' Sais I, 'You'll Excuse Me, But Why Don't You
Volume 1 Chapter 2 (A Juicy Day In The Country) Pg 14Put The Eatables On The Table, Or Else Put The Tea On
The Side-Board? They're Like Man And Wife, They Don't
Ought To Be Separated, Them Two.'
"She Looked At Me, Oh What A Look Of Pity It Was", As
Much As To Say, 'Where Have You Been All Your Born Days,
Not To Know Better Nor That?--But I Guess You Don't Know
Better In The States--How Could You Know Any Thing There?'
But She Only Said It Was The Custom Here, For She Was A
Very Purlite Old Woman, Was Aunty.
"Well Sense Is Sense, Let It Grow Where It Will, And I
Guess We Raise About The Best Kind, Which Is Common Sense,
And I Warn't To Be Put Down With Short Metre, Arter That
Fashion. So I Tried The Old Man; Sais I, 'Uncle,' Sais
I, 'If You Will Divorce The Eatables From The Drinkables
That Way, Why Not Let The Servants Come And Tend. It's
Monstrous Onconvenient And Ridikilous To Be A Jumpin' Up
For Everlastinly That Way; You Can't Sit Still One Blessed
Minit.'
"'We Think It Pleasant,' Said He, 'Sometimes To Dispense
With Their Attendance.'
"'Exactly,' Sais I, 'Then Dispense With Sarvants At
Dinner, For When The Wine Is In, The Wit Is Out.' (I Said
That To Compliment Him, For The Critter Had No Wit In At
No Time,) 'And They Hear All The Talk. But At Breakfast
Every One Is Only Half Awake, (Especially When You Rise
So Airly As You Do In This Country,' Sais I, But The Old
Critter Couldn't See A Joke, Even If He Felt It, And He
Didn't Know I Was A Funnin'.) 'Folks Are Considerably
Sharp Set At Breakfast,' Sais I, 'And Not Very Talkat_Ive_.
That's The Right Time To Have Sarvants To Tend On You.'
"'What An Idea!' Said He, And He Puckered Up His Pictur,
And The Way He Stared Was A Caution To An Owl.
"Well, We Sot And Sot Till I Was Tired, So Thinks I,
'What's Next?' For It's Rainin' Agin As Hard As Ever.'
So I Took A Turn In The Study To Sarch For A Book, But
There Was Nothin' There, But A Guide To The Sessions,
Burn's Justice, And A Book Of London Club Rules, And Two
Or Three Novels. He Said He Got Books From The Sarkilatin'
Library.
"'Lunch Is Ready.'
"'What, Eatin' Agin? My Goody!' Thinks I, 'If You Are So
Fond Of It, Why The Plague Don't You Begin Airly? If
You'd A Had It At Five O'clock This Morning, I'd A Done
Justice To It; Now I Couldn't Touch It If I Was To Die.'
"There It Was, Though. Help Yourself, And No Thanks, For
Volume 1 Chapter 2 (A Juicy Day In The Country) Pg 15There Is No Sarvants Agin. The Rule Here Is, No Talk No
Sarvants--And When It's All Talk, It's All Sarvants.
"Thinks I To Myself, 'Now, What Shall I Do Till Dinner-Time,
For It Rains So There Is No Stirrin' Out?--Waiter, Where
Is Eldest Son?--He And I Will Have A Game Of Billiards,
I Guess.'
"'He Is Laying Down, Sir.'
"'Shows His Sense,' Sais I, 'I See, He Is Not The Fool
I Took Him To Be. If I Could Sleep In The Day, I'de Turn
In Too. Where Is Second Son?'
"'Left This Mornin' In The Close Carriage, Sir.'
"'Oh Cuss Him, It Was Him Then Was It?'
"'What, Sir?'
"'That Woke Them Confounded Rooks Up, Out O' Their Fust
Nap, And Kick't Up Such A Bobbery. Where Is The Parson?'
"'Which One, Sir?'
"'The One That's So Fond Of Fishing.'
"'Ain't Up Yet, Sir.'
"'Well, The Old Boy, That Wore Breeches.'
"Out On A Sick Visit To One Of The Cottages, Sir.'
"When He Comes In, Send Him To Me, I'm Shockin' Sick.'
"With That I Goes To Look Arter The Two Pretty Galls In
The Drawin' Room; And There Was The Ladies A Chatterin'
Away Like Any Thing. The Moment I Came In It Was As Dumb
As A Quaker's Meetin'. They All Hauled Up At Once, Like
A Stage-Coach To An Inn-Door, From A Hand-Gallop To A
Stock Still Stand. I Seed Men Warn't Wanted There, It
Warn't The Custom So Airly, So I Polled Out O' That Creek,
Starn First. They Don't Like Men In The Mornin', In
England, Do The Ladies; They Think 'Em In The Way.
"'What On Airth, Shall I Do?' Says I, 'It's Nothin' But
Rain, Rain, Rain--Here In This Awful Dismal Country.
Nobody Smokes, Nobody Talks, Nobody Plays Cards, Nobody
Fires At A Mark, And Nobody Trades; Only Let Me Get Thro'
This Juicy Day, And I Am Done: Let Me Get Out Of This
Scrape, And If I Am Caught Agin, I'll Give You Leave To
Tell Me Of It, In Meetin'. It Tante Pretty, I Do Suppose
To Be A Jawin' With The Butler, But I'll Make An Excuse
For A Talk, For Talk Comes Kinder Nateral To Me, Like
Volume 1 Chapter 2 (A Juicy Day In The Country) Pg 16Suction To A Snipe.'
"'Waiter?'
"'Sir.'
"'Galls Don't Like To Be Tree'd Here Of A Mornin' Do
They?'
"'Sir.'
"'It's Usual For The Ladies,' Sais I, 'To Be Together In
The Airly Part Of The Forenoon Here, Ain't It, Afore The
Gentlemen Jine Them?'
'"Yes, Sir.'
"'It Puts Me In Mind,' Sais I, 'Of The Old Seals Down To
Sable Island--You Know Where Sable Isle Is, Don't You?'
"'Yes, Sir, It's In The Cathedral Down Here.'
"'No, No, Not That, It's An Island On The Coast Of Nova
Scotia. You Know Where That Is Sartainly.'
"'I Never Heard Of It, Sir.'
"'Well, Lord Love You! You Know What An Old Seal Is?'
"'Oh, Yes, Sir, I'll Get You My Master's In A Moment.'
And Off He Sot Full Chisel.
"Cus Him! He Is As Stupid As A Rook, That Crittur, It's
No Use To Tell Him A Story, And Now I Think Of It, I Will
Go And Smoke Them Black Imps Of Darkness,--The Rooks.'
"So I Goes Up Stairs, As Slowly As I Cleverly Could, Jist
Liftin' One Foot Arter Another As If It Had A Fifty-Six
Tied To It, On Pupus To Spend Time; Lit A Cigar, Opened
The Window Nearest The Rooks, And Smoked, But Oh The Rain
Killed All The Smoke In A Minite; It Didn't Even Make
One On 'Em Sneeze. 'Dull Musick This, Sam,' Sais I, 'Ain't
It? Tell You What: I'll Put On My Ile-Skin, Take An
Umbreller And Go And Talk To The Stable Helps, For I Feel
As Lonely As A Catamount, And As Dull As A Bachelor
Beaver. So I Trampousses Off To The Stable, And Says I
To The Head Man, 'A Smart
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