The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-04-20

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send yer hired man out TO my wagon, you'll find
that tied up in a bag, as will speak louder than
words and make you stare, reckon"
Gov. Gore smiled, and ordered the servant to
carry the bag TO the kitchen; and repairing
thither himself found the servant staring with
wonder at q large, and by no means prepossessing
Pollock laid out on the table For single mo-
ment the Governor felt indignant, but recoliect-
ing the character Of the donor, he concluded that
some one had played him trick !; and walking
backste hia visitor, whom he found waiting with
eager expectation, remarked in cool, Indifferent
tone:
al am much obliged, Mr.. B. for your kind in-
tention, though your present is real rarity here
in Boston we can get the same any day at the
fish market for two cents pound."
"Get 1t for two cents a pounds at the hsh
markell" reared the COMPOUNDED Councilman,
".why, Governor, there's not another Salmon out
Of water in New England !"
:" was not speaking Of Salmon" replied the
Governor in the same provokingly calm tone, II
merely intended to say that can get in the mar
ket for that price, a better and fresher Pollock
than the one which you have brought me-"
"Pollock be darned /" screamed Mr.. B., "d'ye
mean to say the fish brought you just now is
a Pollock z"
Walk this way Mr.. b." said the Governor,
leading the way to the kitchen, and pointing 10
the striped sides of the fish, is that Salmon Z"
1T ,ras when started this morning." said
Mr.. B. in low reflective tone" and a fine one
too, as ever SWAN in the Merrimack. But, he
continued, turning it over, as if TO be sure there
was no mistake, "but it is Pollock now sure
enough"
The pride and spirit Of the good old farmer were
completely broken. He felt so mortified and asha-
med he could not bear to look the Governor in the
face and steadastly declined all his invitations to
stay and dine Slowly and mournfuly he rebag-
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homeward journey. If there was occasion in the
morning to wood up at the numerous taverns
on the road there certainly was now, when re-
turning under such Notifying circumstances
and when Mr. B. last reached the tavern at Tewks-
bury, he was just in that state and frame which
he thought demanded a strong mug Of "Wilder's
best flip" and 90 he had it. But while he was
drinking i. the mischieyons hostler was again at
the bag Finding the Pollock still there, he with
drew Il, and replaced the Salmon. 81
1 Mr.. B. reached home about dark, tired, yexed,
and---we must say it, q little drunk. At first he
was sullen and silent, but at last, weared with his
wfe's ceaseless inquiries as to what was the mat
ter, and why lie was so "cross and snarly like
HE threw his hat at the dressers'' with snch
violence and fatal aim, that he brought down the
milk pot, family pitcher, and small host OF cups,
saucers, and plates. He smiled grimly at the
havoc he had wrought, and then turning fierceiy
to his astonshed lady, demanded
.What do yer think! That damn'd Salmon
turned into Pollock before got to Boston I"
Turned into Pollock!" said Mrs. B. "Why,
i Xix. don't make yourself natural born fool
What on airth do you mean :"
81 mean jist as say" said the Councillor,
with dignity ian if yer don't believe me, 60 and
look in the bag behind the door,"
/ Mrs B. hauled out the bag, cat the string, and
shook the contents on the floor. Her spouse
looked on with much nonchalance during the FIRST
part of the operation, but when the Salmon, look
ing as hale and fresh as he did when placed there
ia the morning, rolled out and Hoped quietly
down on the floor, it was too much. Darna-
ton seize the crittur! he cried, a. with one
kick of his heavy foot he sent the unfortunate
fish into the blazing fire, and then laying hold Of
the tongs. he punched him. and crowded him
down under the coal, sxcIaiming, as he danced
about in his frantic efforts
| s. How dye like that, you tarnal crittur! Oh.
you're nice fish, you are. damn We! You're q
Salmon in Dracut, but Pollock IN boston,"