Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1831-01-20


wur thankfu' and to the Teddy who had pro-
vided.. Bit said he, wad like to ha a
Gimp at yere guide mon. He wad like to
hear from an auld frien'. Did he nae gang
upon the seas in ither days?'
The dame rubbed her spectacles with
the cover her apron, and said, yes, hard
times he had too, and when married him
stopped his sea fairing life :: poor man,
he had to live on salt beef and no turnps
and cabbages, nor nothing else for months,
and then instead Of drinking cold water
right out Of the spring, he was obliged to
take it out of a cask where it had been
three monlhs-and then on dark nights
had to climb up rope ladders to haul in his
sheet, and that too when he was almost
froZe-and then to keep log book, when
there was no wood TO make fire in the
ship-and then 10 sec tn the cook, when
there was nothing to eat 10 the ves$el.-
And then, to cap all, he went to Scotland
where they stick up posts for people to rub
their backs against, was himself oblige dto
use sulphur, and came home smelling terri
bly, of blimstone.'
During this speech the pedlar looked So
rions and humorous, and once or twice
rather WINGED under some undetinable feel
ing. 'Weel leddy,' said he, the people
o. Scotland are not waur folk after a.
They like their kirk aud kindred, and new.
er fash themselves about isher folk natter
In reply, she asked of what she termed
the outandish man, whether he belonged
to Scotland. Upon an affirmative answer,
she then told him that her Jonathan had re-
ccived great favor in them are foreign
fine come from 'lhereabouts,'
he was welcome to stay a month. While
this conversation was in tr0nSitu, he was
ransacking his wallet and finally produced
a silver lhimble, which he offered to the
observing that the 'anc she had on,
was % brass and wad bring sores'-she de-
clined and said she had worn her own
twenty years and did not like TO change it.
She then went to what is called the sink
room door, and blew tin horn to Summon
her father and progeny home from their La
borS.
In short period the summons was obey
ed by sturdy weather beaten old man, a
strapping son OF about so, six feet high, a
bluc-cyed youth of about ID, pale and sick
ly, aud "a young girl Of Il little more than
Is, barefooted and beautiful except that the
sun had kissed her cheeks too warmly
The old man when he came in cast look
of inquiry upon his wife, and then Oh the
stranger. His wife said that a pcdlar
(poinling him out) had come from Scotland,
near where Donald M'Saunders lived, and
she thought he might like to ask after the
man W no had given him such lot Of mo-
ney when he had not got but six cents in
with the stranger-scnt his six foot son to
tap ii barrel of his best cider--and began in
the true style of New-England, 10 com.
mence conversation by observing it was
rather warm-bad travelling &c.
In the mean while the eyes of the ped
lar had twinkled over the inquirer, or rath-
or introducer of speech, and every body
else, and in broad Scotch replied, 1t is
nae like the braes % Bannockburn.'
The old gentleman looking closer at the
pcdlar, Replied No sir, and it seems that
you are acquainted with those braes E
have you any acquaintance in their neigh
borhood =
!, Iedlar. ken ma mucle about them.
Z'wist. Do you know Donald M'Saund-
'crs z
p. A lcetle-nae gude-nac guide.
r. Why, you will not say any thing a.
gainst him-he was rich and hospitable
man-would do favor to stranger7
y. Then We know mair about him than
I ken and We need ma have sreercd at me.
r. Who are you2
Il. A Pedlar that ha' mad guide bar
gin wi your guide woman for curds-
cheese and tho saul meat, and the vin-ci-
der, as she will attest.
r. What is your name!
Il. or nae consequence to you-tak'
your money for my cheer, OR l gang about
my business. =,
r, No sir-no sir-you have slandered
friend Of mine, and you shall answer for
1.-THE friend of my young days shall not
be traduced now. have sons to protect
him-If they cannot, | can.
y. Veri weel. Let me gang my ways.
r. No-you stir not till you tell more.
Il. Umph-I am the man-and l will
thank your lang legged chield for the cider
-whiIk is better than the last, begging
your pardon Mrs. Twist and Aud lang
syne,' to you but yankee wine.
r. Are you Donald M'Saunders but
you look like him-y"u pedlarf and In