The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-04-29

! He could not believe his senses.--As the
facts, however, gtadhslly broke upon him
he looked at the sky-the rver--the farm
Grand then he turned away and gazed al
them allover againl There was his ground
sure enough; but then it could not be per.
ceNed, for thete was a river flowing over
III He drew box from his waistcoat
pocket, opened it, with an emphatic knock
upon the lid, took a pinch of snuff and re-
stored it to his waistcoat pocket as before.
Poopoo was evidently in trouble, having
''thoughts which often lie too deep for
eeaFss" and, as his grief was also too bg
for words, he united his horse, jumped into
the gig, aAd reSAfired to the auctioneer in
all possible haste.
1t was near night when he arrived at the
ancEon rOom-his horse in foam and
himself ia fury. The auctoiieer was
leaning back in his chair, with his legs
stuck out Of low window, quietly smo-
king a cigar after the labOrs of the day, and
humming the music frola the last new
opera
Monsieur, have much plaisair to find
you, chez UOus, at hOme.'
'Ah, Poopoo! glad to see you Take a
seat old boy
But shall not take dc seat, sare.'
'No--why what's the matter!'
'On, beGuCOmp de matter. have been
to see de gran lot vot you sell me to day.
well, sir nope you like your purchase!
mo, monsieur, but do not like it at all. :
Pm sorry for it: but there is no ground
for your complaint
No Jora l. no grrcunI % IL l.,
grounds all vatare.'
You joke
Il do not joke. nevar joke; jen en-
tends pass TGiHeTie.' Ware UOule= vOuz
have de kindness to give me back de mon
ey vot l pay!
Certainly nOt.'
Den will you be so good as to take de
East river off de top of my lOt!'
THAT'S your business, sir, net nine
Den | make Won naG,tvGiSe G6aire-vOn
gran mistakei'
Il hope not. / don't think you have
thrown away your money in the land
No, sare; but have throw it all away
in de riUare.'
That's not my fault
Yes, sare, but it is your fault. You're
Won yer gran rascal to swindle me out of
de'Iurgent.'
'HolIo, old Poopoo, you grow personal;
and if you can't keepa civil tongue in your
head, you must goOrt Of my office
Ware shall go to, Ieh!'
TO the devil, for aUght care, you fool
ish old Frenchmanp said the auctioneer,
waxing warm.
But sare, will not 90 to the devil to
Oblige yOu!' replied the Frenchman, wax
dollar vot 1 make IN tRatn9lR sP1bff ill xdfe
not go de devil forall dat. / Wis YOU NAV
go to devil yourself, you dam yankee doo-
dell, and l will go and drown myself, to,a
de sWite, right away.
You couldn't make better use of vour
water privileges, old boyv
'Ah, n'i8CricOTde! All, mon dieu! !e suis
a6iale. ! am ruin! | am done M! I am
break all into ten sousan leetle pieces! | am
Won lame duck, and shall vaddle across
de gran ocean for Paris, wish is the only
valuable vatare privilege that is left me a
present.
Foor PoopOo was as good as his word.
lie sailed in the next packet, and arrived in
Paris almost as pennyless as the day he left
Should any feel disposed to doubt the
veritable circumstances here recorded, let
him cross the East river to the Wallabout.
and farmer J. will rOU him out 10 the
very place where the poor Frenchman's
lots stillTemain under Wdter.