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The Attache

Chapter 2 A JUICY DAY IN THE COUNTRY.

Word Count: 5866    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

mmonly fine, the sky being perfectly clear and unclouded; and though the sun shone out brilliantly, the heat was tempered by a cool, bracing

advice, for once, and stick to it, as long as there is any of it left, for you'll see the difference when you get to England. There never was so rainy a place in the univarse, as that, I don't think, unless it's Ireland, and the only difference atween them two is that it rains every day amost in Engl

name, they said he was a credit to us. Well, I met at his table one day an old country squire, that lived somewhere down in Shropshire, close on to Wales, and says he to me, arter cloth was off and cigars on, 'Mr. Slick,' says he, '

othin' above particular to se

everly knew how to be, and that is sayin' a great deal for a man

in a house, unless every feller gets a separate bed, it's a wonder to me, how he stowed away as many as he did. Says he, 'Excuse your quarte

n old T like looking building, that stuck out behind the house. It warn't the common company sleepin' room, I expect

in' gait, up hill and down dale, and no breathin' time nor batin' spell. It didn't look as if it would stop till it was done, that's a fact. But still as it was too late to go out agin that arternoon, I didn't

they never have nothin' to do; they don't know nothin' about America, and don't want to. Your talk don't interest them, and they can't talk to interest nobody but themselves; all you've got to do, is to pull out your watch and see how time goes; how much of the day is left, an

om, and I heer'd it rainin' away for dear life. 'So,' sais I to myself, 'what the dogs is the use of gittin' up so airly? I can't get out and get a smoke, and I can't do nothin' here; so here goes for a second

s right up on my hind legs in bed, rubs my eyes, opens my ears and listens agin, when whop went every shutter agin, with a dead heavy sound, like somethin' or another thrown agin 'em, or fallin' agin '

uts with the shutter, ready to let slip among 'em. And what do you think it was?-Hundreds and hundreds of them nasty, dirty, filthy, ugly, black devils of rooks,

it here, all this blessed day with these pistols, and drop you one arter another, I know.' But the

jist half past four, and as it was a rainin' like every thing, I know'd breakfast wouldn't be ready till eleven o'clock,

to waken folks; but three steps and a round turn makes you k

What in natur are you a scoldin' for?' sais I: 'that won't mend the matter; how's time? They must soon be a stirrin' now, I guess.' Well, as I am a livin' sinner, it wa

mend my trowsers I tore, a goin' to see the ruin on the road yesterday; so I takes out Sister Sall's little needle-case, and sows away till I got them to look considerabl

?' 'I'll tell you what to do,' sais I, 'smoke, that will take the edge of your appetite off, and if they don't like it, they may lump it; what business have they to keep them horrid screetchin' infarnal, sleepless rooks to disturb people that

ow,' sais I, 'I should like it, that's a fact; but holdin' of my head crooked

then turned it on its hinges as far as it would go, till it felt about

ly nipper. Both my eyes was fill'd at the same time, and I got a crack on the pate from some critter or another that clawed and scratched my head like any thing, and then seemed to empty a bushel of sut on me, and I looked like

b it was, I tell you. I thought I never should get the sut out of my hair, and then never get it out of my brush again, and my eyes sm

up, and feel wolfish. I'll ring up the handsum chamber-maid, and just fall to, and chaw her right up-I'm savagerous.'* 'That's cowardly,' sais I, 'call the footman, pick a quarrel with him and ki

ecessary to request the reader to recollect that Mr. Slick is a Yankee, a designation the origin of which is now not very obvious, but it has been assumed by, and conceded by common consent to, the inhabitants of New England. It is a name, though sometimes satirically used, o

observed, that Mr. Slick's pronunciation is that of the Yankee, or an inhabitant of the rural districts of New England. His conversation is generally purely so; but in some instances he uses, as his countrymen frequently do from choice, phrases which, though Americanisms, are not of Eastern origin. Wholly to exclude these would be to violate the usages of American life; to introduce them oftener would be to confound two dissimilar dialects, and to make an equal departure from the truth. Every section has its own characteristic dialect, a very small portion of which it has imparted

untry did. 'Come,' sais I, 'now for a walk down the avenue, and a comfortable smoke, and if the man at the gate is up and stirrin', I will just pop in and breakfast with him and his wife. There is so

t? 'Ay,' sais I, 'which is it, do you know?' 'Upon my soul, I don't know,' sais I; 'bu

sais I, and I opens a door: it was a b

of her finger on her lip, 'don't m

no noise;' and I outs and shut

' sais I, 'I didn't think of it. Try that door,' well I opened another, it belonged to one o' the horrid hansum stranger galls that dined

if I don't, and I doubled up my fist, for I didn't like it a spec, and opened another door-it was the housekeepe

, and she raelly did look pretty; all good

tell me, which door leads to

ixed 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,

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,

ight 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

ein' 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 t

he I know. 'Aunty,' sais I, 'you'll excuse me, but why don't you put the eatables on the table, or els

days, not to know better nor that?-but I guess you don't know better in the States-how could you know any

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 t

aid he, 'sometimes to disp

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

uckered up his pictur, and the way

took a turn in the study to sarch for a book, but there was nothin' there, but a Guide to the Sessions, Burn's Ju

h is r

he plague don't you begin airly? If you'd a had it at five o'clock this mo

or there is no sarvants agin. The rule here is, no tal

for it rains so there is no stirrin' out?-Waiter, where is

laying d

he fool I took him to be. If I could sleep in t

in' in the close

, it was him

at,

out o' their fust nap, and kick't up

h one,

at's so fond

up yet

ld boy, that

isit to one of t

send him to me, I

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

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,

ait

Si

to be tree'd here o

Si

together in the airly part of the forenoon he

s, S

e old seals down to Sable Island-you

s in the cathed

nd on the coast of Nova Scotia.

heard of

you! you know wh

ll get you my mast

e sot ful

no use to tell him a story, and now I think of it, I w

in 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

e',' s

at can't speak English, or me that can't onderstand? fo

if he'd trot a considerable good stick, t

un trotter d

broken Yankee, broken Nigger, and broken Indgin; but I have hearn two pure genewine languages to-day, and no mistake, rael roo

it, but he jist ups, and sais, 'Forwelloaugh,' he did, upon my soul. I never felt so stumpt afore in all my life. Sais I, 'F

erstand the one, and the men onderstand the other, all the wide world over, from Canton to Niagara. I no sooner

I was a goin' to kick him for it; but he is right, arter all. There ain't one livin' soul on us can; I don't believe they ever as much as heerd it, for I never did, till this blessed day, and there are few things I haven't eith

n fashion, with my eyes wanderin' and my mouth wide open, and put my hand behind me, and scratched there; and I stared, and looked puzzle

shaved afore a lookin' glass; and the stable boys larfed, and he la

in, rain; spatter, spatter, spatter,-'I can't stop here with these true Bri

recommend it to you.' He thanks me, he don't smoke, but plague take him, he don't say, '

haise, to be here in the mo

s, S

your nose once, you can't smell it a second time. Oh what beautiful galls they be! What a shame it is to bar a feller out such a day as this. One on 'em blushe

hes it. 'Stop, Sir, you'll break this jilly flower,' and she lifts off the coat tail agin; in fact,

, 'your frock has this rose tree over,' and I loosens it; once more, 'M

elf long, that's a fact, for this gall has put her whole team on, and is a runnin' me off the road. 'Hullo! what's that? Bell for dressin' for d

he tongs and the shovel, won't stand alone long; they're sure to get on the same side of the fire, and be sociable; one on 'em has a loadstone and draws 'tother, that's sartain. If that's the case with hard-hearted things, like oak and iron, what is it with tender hearted things like humans? Shut me up in a 'sarvatory with a ha

the whole blessed day, rain, rain, rain. It's rained all day and don't talk of stoppin' nother. How I hate the sound, and ho

raise 'em agin; feedin' is heavy, talk is heavy, time is heavy, tea is heavy, and there ain't musick; th

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