The Polynesian., 1840-12-19

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"ill round my hiatt" and the air was
nnounded of that delightful admixture of
'., % and moisture, in which there is enough
ibe latter to open the pores, while the
,mcr cocs directly to the heart In the
.J., of this rumbIng of the elements, u tall
rre might be see winding stcalthily along
,,onrh narrow streets and lonely alleys.
,,d with pair of tish"rmcn's boots, and
(o,eIopcd in a huge pea jacket, for india
,bbrrs and MaCkintoshCs were unknown in
NJ, DAYS, until it halted under the window
lonely cottage, at some distance from
town, and, the family having been some
ne in bed, knocked violently at the door.
first his rude summons was unanswered;
NJ, after repeated thumps, 4 bedroom win
w was thrown up, and voice demanded
no was there!
pray, SIR said Mackay-for it was he
twill YOU be kind enough to tell me if IA
,cr.on named Mutt lives in this neighbor-
od;"
so be sure he does" replied the voice
rom the window; she lives here"
Il am glad of that," said NJ, "lor the
gm is very stormy, and l have something
great Importance to communicate to him. "
"Of great importance-of great impor-
ncc, did you say: know of nothing very
Oportant that can concern me at this hour
the night; but whatever it is, let me hear
| am the person you want"
"Spcat little louder, if you please,
aid NJ, 81 am somewhat deaf, and the
oou makes such noise. Did you say
our name was Mutt"
Certainly did; and ] wish you would
bake haste to communicate whatever you
AVE to say, for have nothing on but my
lrt and night cap, and the wind is whistling
rough me, nation cold
"llavc you got an uncle in Boston,
hIdieSs, and very old worth ten thousand
tolars:'
Mthis question long pointed white night
fap was thrust out of the window; and in
instant, together with the shrt-colar that
tIIoaed it, was saturated with rain. "What
! ID You say about an uncle, and ten thou
aud dollars: There is my uncle Wheeler
very old, and very rich; but what of him;"
"Oh! nothing as yet. till am certain of
(y man. There may be good many Nuts
bout here. 1t is John Mutt WANT
Il am the man." said the voice in the
Rghcap. "There is no mistake. There is
(ot man for twenty miles round of the
anne of Mutt but me; and besides my name
John; and have an uncle in Boston"
~ this time the whole back and sleeves of
he shirt were out of the window, the tasscl
d the end of the white nightcap nearly
kOnched the green palings in front of the
Rouse; and, had there been light enough to
pave seen, painter might have caught an
Rhtnde OF straihng anxiety, and a face, or
Ga'her two faces, for by this time there was
q female peering over Nuts shoulder,
eeamng with the anticipation fgood fortune
~ come.
"Well," said Mackay, very deliberately,
suppose | may venture to speak out; but
n""d, If there is any mistake, you cannot
fay it was my fault"
"No, certainly mott" cried two voices
Pom the window.
"lou say your name is John Mutt, do
you:'
Il do"
"WelI then, all that have to say is, may
Ie DerH crnch you"
The two heads were drawn in like light
hlhg from the rain; and, as the window was
samned down with violence that bespoke
f'se and disappointment, loud horse laugh
.ose upon the wind, and the lover of prac-
'cal Jokes turned on his heel to trudgc home
s"rd through the mist, as the good woman
aSlde was going in search of the tinder-box