Mister Richards! said he confidentially, Mister Richards! May I be shot if you aint continually a sensible man, with more rale blood in your little finger than a horse could swim in. Yes, and Ill show you that Bob Snags is your friend. I say, doctor, what countryman is your horse?
A thorough-bred Virginian, replied Richards.
The devil he is! cried Bob. Well, doctor, to prove to you that Im your friend, and that I aint forgotten old times, Ill swop with you without lookin at him. May I be shot if I aint reglarly cheatin myself. Well, Im uncommon glad to see you again. Bob Snags has no reason to fear lookin a rale gemman in the face. Come, lads, none of yer jimmaky, and slings, and poorgun,5 and suchlike dogs wash, but ginuine Monongahelathats the stuff. Hurra for Old Virginny! Well, doctor, its a dealaint it?
No, Bob, said Richards, laughing; your generosity is so truly Alabamian, that I cannot make up my mind to accept it. For the present, at least, I must keep my Virginian. It is my wifes saddle-horse.
But Swiftfoot, replied Bob, in a cordial confidential mannerSwiftfoot is a famous trotter.
It wont do, Bob, was the answer. I should not dare show myself at home without Cæsar.
Bob bit his lips, a little vexed at not being able to make a deal; but another half-pint of whisky, which he poured down as if it had been spring water, seemed to restore him to good humour. Meanwhile my wet clothes were beginning to hang heavy upon me, and to steam in the hot atmosphere in which we were. Bob, who had already cast several side-glances at me, now turned to Richards.
And who may the mister be? said he.
The mention of my name and condition, procured me a welcome that I could willingly have dispensed with. After the shake of the hand with which Bob favoured me, I looked at my finger-nails, to see if the blood was not starting from under them. The fellows hands were as hard and rough as bears paws.
Very glad that youre come, boys, said Bob in a low confidential tone. Im just makin a try for the next Assembly; and its always good, you know, to have somebody to speak to ones character. How long is it, Mister Richards, since I left Blairsville.
Eight years, replied my friend.
No, Harry, whispered the roadmaster; may I be shot if its more than five.
But, replied Richards, I have been living five years by the Mississippi, and you know
Ah, nonsense! interrupted Bob. Five yearsnot an hour more. Dye understand? added he cautiouslyfive years, if youre asked.
The facts were thus. This respectable candidate for the representation of his fellow-citizens, had made his escape from his previous residence, the birthplace of Richards, on account of certain misdeeds, of which the sheriff and constables had taken cognizance, and after wandering about for a few years, had settled in Bainbridge county, where he seemed to have thrivenas far, at least, as whisky and human weakness had allowed him. We could hardly help laughing outright at the importance which Bob thought proper to attribute to us before his companions, the independent electors, whose votes he was desirous of securing. Æsculapius himself was a mere quacksalver compared to Squire Richards, whose twenty-five negroes were rapidly multiplied into a hundred; while my poor neglected plantation was, between brothers, well worth five hundred thousand dollars. We allowed Mr Bob to have it his own way; for it might have been dangerous to contradict a giant of his calibre, who was always ready to support his arguments with his huge cocoa nut-coloured fists. At last Richards was able to slip in a word.
You are not going to make your speech now, are you?
May I be shot if I aint, though! Ill begin at once.
Cannot we manage to change our clothes, and get some supper first? said Richards.
Change your clothes! said Bob contemptuously. And what for, man? Not on our account; youre quite smart enough, quite good enough for usno occasion to bother yourselves. If its for your own pleasure, however, you can do it. Hallo, Johnny!
And he commenced a negotiation with Johnny, the host, who, to our great joy, took up a candle, and led the way into a sort of back parlour, with a promise that we should have our supper before very long.
Is there no other room where we can dress ourselves? said I.
To be sure there is, was the answer. Theres the garretonly theres my daughter and a dozen gals sleepin there; then theres the kitchen, if you like it better.
I looked round the room. A servant girl was beginning to lay the table; and, unluckily, the apartment was connected by an open door with the kitchen, in which there was a loud noise of voices. I would have given a good deal for a quarter of an hours undisturbed possession of the room. I looked about for our portmanteaus, but could see nothing of them.
Six smalls it aint buffalo hide! vociferated a young Stentor in the kitchen.
Six smalls its cow hide! roared another.
If I am not very much mistaken, said Richards, it is our portmanteaus that those fellows are betting about.
That would really be too bad, said I.
Nevertheless, it was as Richards had said. We had little occasion to fear that the portmanteaus would be lost or injured; but we knew very well that the only way to get them out of the claws of these rough backwoodsmen would be by some well-contrived joke. And those jokes were exactly what I feared; for one had often to risk breaking an arm or a leg by them. There was a crowd of men in the kitchen. One young fellow, upwards of six feet high, held a lighted candle; and they were all busily engaged examining something which lay in the middle of the floor.
No, cried a voice, appealing apparently from a decision that had been given, I wont pay without I see the inside.
They were debating whether the portmanteaus were of buffalo or cow hide. They had caught sight of them as they were being carried through the kitchen into the back-room, and had at once seized upon them as good subjects for a bet. It was time for us to interfere, if we did not wish to see our trunks ripped open, for the sake of ascertaining the quality of the leather.
Sixteen smalls, cried Richards, that its deer hide!
Done! thundered half a score voices, with loud peals of laughter.
It is a bet, then, said my friend; but let us see what we are betting about.
Make way for the gemmen! cried the men.
Our portmanteaus! exclaimed Richards, laughing. No, certainly, they are not deer hide. Here is my bet.
A loud hurra followed the payment of the dollar which my friend handed over; and we now found ourselves in undisputed possession of our baggage. The next thing to be done was to endeavour to get the room to ourselves for a few minutes.
We wish to be left alone for a short time, said I to the help, who was bustling in and out, and covering the table with innumerable plates of preserved fruits, cucumbers, beet-root, and suchlike edibles.
I shut the door.
That is the surest way to have it opened again, said Richards.
He had hardly uttered the words, when, sure enough, the door flew open, amidst a peal of uproarious laughter.
Tail! cried one fellow.
Head! shouted another.
They want another dollar, said Richards. Well, they must have it, I suppose. Head! cried he.