The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1855-04-04
Taking in a Native.

OeVeTdl years ago tner6 dWelt-HHu ioi
aught | know there still dwells an old
Dutchman, on the line OF the Eriscanal,
very illiterate. and very fond OF money.
and, by some chance OF other, pretty well
supplied with il. Ii was rumofed, how.
ever, that he was not over scrupulous al
times, how he made il and the following
incden. substantiates the charge: tss7as
There came to his house one day, an
awkward looking individual. betraying 10
every turn and gesture, that he hailed from
whence wooden nutmegs and other
Yankee commodities are brought into
market
How do, Squire 2 was Jonathan's sal
u,a,ion. equltting gill Of tobacco juice
inside the door, by way OF more definite
announcement that he was around.
Walk in, mine frint, said the dutch
man.
In s,alked Jonathan. pecking on ell
sides: and finally setting his six feet-be
the same more or less of flesh and bonesin
a chair by the chimney corner.
Squire said he, alter pause, produc.
ing a jack-kniie, and chipping off piece
from the bootjack that lay behind him
I've notion, some how or other, to be
ar,er goin' to the far west; but, darn my
picter ef it amt long way thar, and kin
der guess I'm on the wrong track And
he went on whiting, cycling the Dutch
man occasionally from beneath the hall
disjoined front piece to his plush cap.
You goes vest. eh = exclaimed Myn.
heer; well, you ish on de right roai. any
frient; have you got lischence to go
vest t?' - =
License l. cried Jonathan, suspending
his whiting i ain, got The FIRST one.
and what's more Cap'n, ain't never
hearn Of the cussed thing afore, nuther.
Veil, vell,' said the Dutchman, .dst
wont do at all, you musht have alischense
to go Vest. for because they Won't let you
shetlle out there widout von' 'ss ss''
How you talk T was the Yankees ejac.
ula,ion, deeply concerned al this piece
Of intelligence. - -. ..,'a g s
Dat ish de truth, mine frient.' pursued
the Dutchman bu, | have lischenses 10
shell-don't youtant 10 buy Won z
Cant dodge il no way, can | 2 replied
the raw ono. How much II the tarna..
ton cri,ter come to,?' he asked producing
a weasel skin in an alarming slate OF de-
pletion. -
.Only two tollers, dat 'sh all mime gooi
frient, said the operator, rubbing his
hands and rising to receive the fee. t,s5l !:
.Wall. suppose I've got,to do it, any.
how Cap'n. remarked Jonathan. 'shel:
ling out the pewter piece by piece. until
he had counted out into the Da,chman' s
greedy palms two halves sd four quar-
|ters, leaving balance in the weasel OF
three York shillinss,' a dime e.,d two
.reds.' .a. s. -
Down with the document. Squire. he
cried, showing the skin into his breeches
pocket and rising. aa...,.S.:
Veil, mine goot veller,' said Duichy.sl
ain.t got my spectacles, and you wri,ss.
don't you Z
Jest like school -msrm, old chsp, re.
piled Jonathan. ~.
Well. den. you writes Won, said Myn.
heer, .ior yourself. putting down your
name, for TO GO vest and shettle dare, and
I'll shign il. Comes up to the tables mis-.
ther. aud | shall gives you pen and pa
per- .
The writing materials were procured:
Jon nathan threw his plush cap to the
floor, seized the old gray goose quill in
the ink horn. tried it's point on his thumb
nail, and orouching his head. until his
right ear almost touched the paper, ne
drew bis tongue out IFS whole length, aad