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The Attache

Chapter 5 T’OTHER EEND OF THE GUN.

Word Count: 2835    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

od deal concerned about Sam. I never liked this appointment he has received: neither his education, his habits, nor his manners have qualified him for it. He is fitted for a tra

n he arrives in London; but what is still worse, he overrates

onal manners of England. The only way to put it down, is to become belligerent yourself, by introducing Pauperism, Radicalism, Ireland, the Indies, or some other sore point. Like all who make butts of others, they do not manifest the proper forbearance when the tables are turned. Of this, I have had abundance of proof i

, to persuade Sam not to be too sensitive on these topics; not to take offence, where it is not intended; and, above all, rather to vindicate his na

topic, which naturally led to that to which Mr

athan both pretty considerable tarnation hard, and John has split his sides with larfter. Let's tickle him now, by feeling his own short ribs, and see how he will lik

that saying?" I asked. "

most in our hickory woods, a shootin' of squirrels with a rifle, and I got amazin' expart at it. I could take the head off of the

e see'd me a drawin' of the bead fine on 'em, he used to say, 'Well, you've an excellent gun entirely

un entirely; so, sais I, 'You fool you, do you think it's the gun that does it entirely as

apital gun ent

try it now, and see what sor

rightened; he know'd it warn't me, that was a parsecutin' of him, and he expected he'd be hurt. They know'd me, did the little critters, when they seed me, and they know'd I never had hurt one on 'em, my balls never

d it was wrong. 'By the powers!' sais Pat, 'this is a left-handed boot,' and he brought the gun to the other shoulder, and then shot to his left eye. 'Fegs!' sais Pat, 'this gun was made for a squint eye,

in all his born days; but unless it was to a priest, he wouldn't confess that much for the

red, and stared, until his arm shook like palsy. Chee, chee, chee, went the squirrel agin, louder than ever, as much as to say, 'Why the plague do

turns his head round, and fires; and "Bull-Dog," findin' he didn't know how to hold her tight to the shoulder, got mad, and kicked him head over heels, on the broad of his back. Pat got up, a makin' awful wry fac

nd of the gun,' and he rubbed his shoulder agin, and cried like a

g out chee, chee, chee, now, when we take a shot at them. Do you take?" and he laid his thumb on his nose, as if perfectly satisfied with the application of his story. "Do you take, Squire? you have an excellent gun entirely, as Pat says. It's what I call puttin' the leake into 'em properl

"this is not the temper with w

ame is still an American by birth, six of one and half a dozen of t'other, and therefore a kind of half-breed brother. No! he was a cussed Britisher; and what is wus, a British author; and yet, because he was a man of genius, because genius has the 'tarnal globe for its theme, and the world for i

reception? Answer me that, will you? Darned the word, his memory was bad; he lost it over the tafrail when he was sea-sick. But his notebook was safe under lock and key, and the pigs in New York, and the chap

our Legation, and, as Cooper says, I'll become belligerent, too, I will, I snore. I can snuff a candle with a pistol as fast as you can light it

drel, you odoriferous nigger yo

ple, m

nd sideways by that port-hole, and hold steady, or you might

s mackintosh, he deliberately walked over to the

k!" said I in great ala

ness, but at the same time with equal sternn

k of such a thing? Suppose you were to miss

eady, Jube-and if I did, it's no great matter. The onsarcumcised Amalikite ain't worth over three hundred d

, ma

my hands. "If you attempt to shoot at that apple, I shall hold no fur

feerd. He often do it, jist to keep him hand in, Sar. Massa most a grand shot, Sar. He take off de ear

lesh, only a leetle, jist a leetle darker; same blood, only not quite so old, ain't quite so much

hope-him m

n little

white gall to England, get him a saint's darter with a good fortin, and well soon see whether her father was a talkin' cant or no, about niggers. Cuss 'em, let any

ose whole conduct has evinced a kind heart, and cheerful disposition, could have entertained such a revengefu

ryled to hear foreigners talk this way; and these critters are enough to make a man spotty on the back. I won't deny I've got some grit, but I ain

countrymen, for whose good I published them, had the most reason to complain, for I took the liberty to apply ridicule to them with no sparing hand. They understood the motive, and joined in the laugh, which was raised at their expense. Let us treat the English in the same style; let us keep our temper. John Bull is a good-natured fellow, and has no objection to a joke, provided it is not made the vehicle of conveying an insult. Don't adopt Cooper's maxims; nobody approves of them, on either side of t

sayin' is. John may be a good-natured critter, tho' I never see'd any of it yet; and he may be fond of a joke, and p'raps is, seein' that he haw-haws considerable loud at his own. Let's try him a

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