The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-02-07
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YOU, II Obi ~ pllg lNuNt WI that NNipNN Bi"g
Bob still remained silent.
Now go into the kitchen and get some
breakfast
Bob neither answered nor moved.
Dye hear? Go into the kitchen and get
something 10 cat. And Ptoy'-added he TO
the negro--'tcll Veny to give him pint of
rum
Don't want yer rum-ain't thirsty'-growl
ed Bob.
Nery like, very like said the Judge sharp
~. Reckon you've taken too much already.
Look as if you could swallow u wild cat,
claws and all. And YOU added lie, turning
TO me-'What the duce are you at, Ptoly P
Don't you see the man wants his breakfast?
Where's the coffee? Or would you rather
have tea"
THANK you, Alcalde, have breakfasted al
ready
Don't look us if. Amt sick are you?-
Where do you come from? Whats happen
ed to you? What are you doing with Bob"
lie looked keenly and searchingly at me,
and then again Mt Bob. My appearance was
certainly not very prepossessing, unshaven as
! was, and with my clothes ard linen soled
aud torn. He was evidently considering
what could he the motive Of our visit, and
what had brought me into Bob's society,"
The result ot'his physiognOmical observations
lid not appear very favorable either to me or
my companion. hastcned to explain.
You shall hear how it was, judge. am
indebted to Bob for my life :.
your life Indeed TO Bob for your life
repeated the Judge, shaking hs head ncred-
uIously.
related how had lost my way in the
nraire; been carried into the Jacinto by my
horse, and how | should inevitably have
been drowned but for Bob's aid.
Indcedr said the judge, when | had done
,ucalling. so Bob saved your life Well,
am very glad of it, Bob, very glad fit
All ifyou could only keep away from that
johnny tell you, Bob, johnny will he the
ruin Of you. Better keep ont Of his way.
'It's TOO late answered Bob.
Don't know why it should be. Never too
late TO leave n debauched, sinful life; never
mqnp
'CaIkilate it is, thought replied Bob sui
l,nly.
you calculate it is| said the Judge, fin
ing his eyes upon him. And why do you
calculate that? Take glnss-Ptoly, n glass
-pnd tell me, man, why should it be TOO late?
4 amt thirsty, squire said Bob.
Don't talk TO me of our thirst; runs not
}or thirst, but to strengthen the heart aud
nerves, to drive away the blue devils. Anda
,cood thing il is, taken in moderation
As he spoke lac flied himselfa glass, ard
L
No rum for me, squire. take no pleas
are in ii. Eve something on my mind too
heavy for rum 10 wash away
And what is that, Bob? Come, let's hear
what you've got 10 say. Or perhaps, you'd
,-thcr speak to me alone. It's Sunday to-
day, and no business ought to be done; but
ior once, and for You, well make an cXccp-
con-
i brought the gentleman with me on pur-
4. \ 1. i Il
Bob, taking n cigar ont ola box that stood on
The table, and lighting it. lie smoked II Whit
ortwo, looked thoughtiiully ut the Judge, and
then threw the cigar through the open win
dow.
1T don't relish, squire; nothing does now
All, Bob ifyoud leave off play and drink!
They're your ruin; worse than ague or few
err
lis no ,,se,' continued Bob, as if he did
not hear the Judges remark; st must out
fol- agin IT, and thought to drive it away,
but it can't he done. I've put bit OF lead i'll
90 several before now, hut this one.----
sWha,'s that% cried the Judge, chuckng
his cigar away, aud looking stcrnly ut Bob
What's up now? What are you saying about
Il bit of lead? None of your Sodoma and
Lower Natchez tricks, hope? They won't
do here Don't understand such Jokes
'Pooh they don't understand them bii
more in Natchez Ifthey did, shouldn't be
in Texas
The less said of that the better, Bob
You promised to lead n new life here; so we
won't rake UP old stories
4 did, did = groaned Bob; 'but it's all nc
use. shall never he better till am hung
stared at the man in establishment. The
Judge however, took another cigar, lighted II
and after putting out cloud of smoke, said
very mconcernedly-
Not better till you're hung! What do you
won't to he hung for? TO be sure, you SHOULD
have been long ago, if the Georgia and Ala
hama papers don't lie. But we are not i'll thu
State here, but in Texas, under Mexican
laws It's nothing TO us what you have dom
wonder. Where there is no accuser Their
can be no judge
Send away the Niger, SQUIRE said Bob.
What Il free white man has to say, shouldn
I've heard by black ears
Go, away, Ptoly' said the judge. Now
then. added he turning 10 Bob, SAY VIVA
, YOU have to say; but mind nobody force
YOU to do it, and it's only out of good will ths
listen to you, for to-day's Sunday
Il know that muttered Bob; q know tina
squire: but it leaves me no peace, and it mu:
out I've been to San Felipe de Austin, I
Anahuac, everywhere, but it's all no use
Wherever co. the spectre follows me, an
drives me back under the Patriarch
Under the Patriarch exclaimed III
Judge.
'Ay, under the Patriarch groaned Bob.
Don't YOU know the Patriarch; the old liy
oak near the ford, on the Jacinto"
Il know, I known answered the judge.'An
what drives you under the Patriarch"
what drives me? What drives ma
who-who'-
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