Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1854-12-22
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THE CROCK OF GOLD.
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CHAPTER Ky.
Another Discovery.


Dame, here's one o Ben's galli-
pots he flung away; its naught but
honey, dame,-mai ked so,-no crock
Of gold; don'texpect il; no such thing;
luck like that isn't for such as me-
though, being as it is, the babes may
like it, with their dry bread; open it,
good wife; / hope the water mayn't
ha' spoilt it,"
The notable Mary Acton produced
certain scissors, hanging from her
pocket by a tape, and cut the knot,
which to Roger had been 6ordian's. b
"Why, its bran, Acton. not honey;
locke here, win you."
She tilted it up. and along with a
cloud Of sawdust, dropped a heavy
hailstorm of--little bits Of leatherI
"Hallol what's that?" said Roger,
eagerly; "its gold, gold, III be sworn" ("
Ii was so. rs ~
Every separate bit Of money, what
ever kind of coins they were. had
been sewn up in little shreds Of leath-
er; remnants Of old gloves Of all col
ors; and the Narbonne jar contoined
six hundred and eighty.seven Of them,
These, Of course. were hastily picked
up from the path whereon they had
first fallen, weie counted out at home,
and the glistering contents Of most
of those little leather bags ripped up
were Immediately discovered. oh
dear, oh dear, such sight Guineas
and half gaineas, soyereigns and half
sovereigns, quite little hill of bright
clean, prettily figured gold.
"Hip, hip, hoorayl" shouted Roger
in an ,xtacy; "Hurrah. hurrah, hur-
rah" and in the madness of his
JOY, he executed an extrayagant pas
seul; up went his hat, round wont his
heels, and he capered awkwardly like
a lunatic giraffe.
"EeEe's an end to all our troubles,
Poll; we're as good as genllefolks
now; catch me a-calling at the Hall, to
bother about jennings and Sir John;
a fig for baihffs and baroaets. parsons
and prisons and ALL" and again he
roared Hoorayl al tell you what
though, old oman, we must just try
the taste Of our glorious golden luck,
before we do anything else. Bide a
bit, wench, and hide the hoard till
return. I'm off 10 the Bacchus's Arms,
and I'll bring you some stingo, in q
minute, old gal' So off he started
hot-foot, TO get an earnest Of the bles-
sing of his crock Of gold. 1 ao
The minute that was promised tc
produce the stingo, proved to be rath.
er Of heightened character; it might
indeed, have been minute, or tic
fraction Of one, in the planet Hersche
whose year is MS long as eighty-fye o
our Terra's, but according to Green
wich calculation, il was nearer like
two hours.
The little Tom and Jerry shop. tha
rejoiced in the classic heraldry of Bac
chus's Arms, had been startled from
all conventionalities by the unwonted
event Of the demand, change for Z
sovereign" and when il was made
known TO the assembled conclave tha
Roger Acton was the fortunate pos
SCISSOR, that even assumed an appear
ance positively miraculous.
"Why, honest Roger, how In thu
world could you ha' come by thatg
was the troublesome inquiry of Dicl
the Tanner.
| "Well, Acton, you're sharper thar
| took you for, ii you can squeez'
gold out of baililf Jennings,p addet
solomon Snip; and Roger knew ne
better way Of silencing their tongues
than by profusely drenching them II
liquor. So he stood treat all rount
and was forced to hobanob with each
and when that was gone. he called TO
more 10 keep their curiosity employed
Now, all this caused delay; and Ma
ry had been waiting for the ''stingo,'
she would doubtless have had reason
able cause for anger and impatience
however, she, for her part, was SO pleas
antly occupied, like Prince Arthur
I Queen, in couting out the money, tha