Any news? said the respondent, taking out a strip of tobacco and a large hunting-knife from his pocket.
Not that I know of, said the man.
Chaw? said the first speaker, handing the old gentleman a bit of his tobacco, with a decidedly brotherly air.
No, thank yeit dont agree with me, said the little man, edging off.
Dont, eh? said the other, easily, and stowing away the morsel in his own mouth, in order to keep up the supply of tobacco-juice, for the general benefit of society.
The old gentleman uniformly gave a little start whenever his long-sided brother fired in his direction; and this being observed by his companion, he very good-naturedly turned his artillery to another quarter, and proceeded to storm one of the fire-irons with a degree of military talent fully sufficient to take a city.
Whats that? said the old gentleman, observing some of the company formed in a group around a large handbill.
Nigger advertised! said one of the company, briefly.
Mr. Wilson, for that was the old gentlemans name, rose up, and, after carefully adjusting his valise and umbrella, proceeded deliberately to take out his spectacles and fix them on his nose; and, this operation being performed, read as follows:
Ran away from the subscriber, my mulatto boy, George. Said George six feet in height, a very light mulatto, brown curly hair; is very intelligent, speaks handsomely, can read and write, will probably try to pass for a white man, is deeply scarred on his back and shoulders, has been branded in his right hand with the letter H.
I will give four hundred dollars for him alive, and the same sum for satisfactory proof that he has been killed.
The old gentleman read this advertisement from end to end in a low voice, as if he were studying it.
The long-legged veteran, who had been besieging the fire-iron, as before related, now took down his cumbrous length, and rearing aloft his tall form, walked up to the advertisement and very deliberately spit a full discharge of tobacco-juice on it.
Theres my mind upon that! said he, briefly, and sat down again.
Why, now, stranger, whats that for? said mine host.
Id do it all the same to the writer of that ar paper, if he was here, said the long man, coolly resuming his old employment of cutting tobacco. Any man that owns a boy like that, and cant find any better way o treating on him, deserves to lose him. Such papers as these is a shame to Kentucky; thats my mind right out, if anybody wants to know!
Well, now, thats a fact, said mine host, as he made an entry in his book.
Ive got a gang of boys, sir, said the long man, resuming his attack on the fire-irons, and I jest tells emBoys, says I,run now! dig! put! jest when ye want to! I never shall come to look after you! Thats the way I keep mine. Let em know they are free to run any time, and it jest breaks up their wanting to. More n all, Ive got free papers for em all recorded, in case I gets keeled up any o these times, and they know it; and I tell ye, stranger, there ant a fellow in our parts gets more out of his niggers than I do. Why, my boys have been to Cincinnati, with five hundred dollars worth of colts, and brought me back
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