Liberty advocate., 1840-03-26

"No hard wofxs sir, Give an account of
yourself. Whefedd you come from?n
"Wal; NOW, squire, If you won't quil.wheel
about il, i'lltell yoss Auil concarn. You see.
! haint been here but u desprt few days, and |
don't keer how soon get away had few
notions to dispose on, and though, perhaps
should find pretty good market here
amongst the Blackieet Indians, which under
sand was tolerable plenty in these parts. Wal,
Jas T."
"Never mNdthe Backfeet Indians. Where
did you come lrom2"
Snow, squire, don't keep puttia me out So,
you sple my story. Wal, as was sayin,
there was fellY that got acquainted with,
invited me 10 go the theatre. didn't exact
y know what he meant, but kinder thought
I'd go, any how-and went accordn. Such
sights as seed there. oh oldy! Why, squire,
you hant no idee!
swell, well, never mind all ihat-answer
my questlon-where did you come from? who
are you? what are you doing here? Tell me at
once.n
AA"Now don't, squire; what's The use OF git.
TIN in passion and putin me out so often?
Wal, as was sayin, went to the theatre, and
squire you can't guess what saw there?
There was gal there, jest about hall dressed
and the way she did make her legs and mex
ked arms fly round was no business TO nobody
now | tell you Then there was feIer come
out in his night-cap and a calico gown-he
Istomped and hollered as if he had got into a
nest OF alIer,jackets, till young feler, dres-
sed up tew kill, in splck land span lnew broad
cloth, comes in and peacifes the old man, and
carries off the gal-and them
Snow, Mr.. Hemingway. Just attend to me
one moment, if you please. Will you give
some account Of yourself?
"Wa, squire, kalkilate will You must
know, then, hat-by-.he-bye, squire, do YOU
know where Portland is, way down in the Slate
of Mainer
"Yes, well 90 on.'
"Why, | didn't come from there! But
there's place in the same State called Kenne.
bunk spose you know where that is tew,
don't ye?"
"Yes, yes-pray go on. You say you come
from Kennebunk?
"No | don't squire not exactly. Ifyou must
know all about it, I'll tell you. My name is
Ablah Hemingway, son of old deacon Ezra
1890 . W - vi SdCO, uulilV' my Cull Ilt
principally, Long Bije, for shortness I've go
a sister alrnln her four pence q week in the cot
I'ihs loe'~'y,and rye got COUSIN In I5owo,,
and another in these parts somewheres, that
expect has turned Mormon; and I've come ou,
here TO see about her, and try to git her back
ana ! went like darned fool tew the theatre
and IN tryin to get tew the tavern where pul
up, went cdStumpaS into tater hole, and like
lew have been swaIloped in the mud and if
these are darned critters say that | warn't as
sober as deacon, they wunt say they lie.
but II they don't stretch the tuckering out Of
the truth, l'll be gosh darned tew biazes!-
That's what I've got to say, and make the most
ont" '
go away, sir, and find your cousins. You
are discharged"
"Much obliged to you, squire. But should
Ike darned we'll to know who is going 10 pay
tor blackin my new shoes, and cIeanin up my
Sunday coat and trowsers."
"Go away, sir, go away for mercy's sake"
wall guess | will. Good day, squire, ifI
you ever come into our parts. hope you'll eetI
hum with hull skinm and Mr.. Abiiah Hem
mlngway stalked out the office.