Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1857-06-18
From the down Easter,
The Yankee Peddlef.
By JOHN NEAL.

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One of the boxes had pitched over upo,
black follow below, who cleared himsel
with spring and howl and began leap
ing about the deck with his foot in hi
hand, his enormous mouth as wide open a
itwould stretch, and the tears running dow
his cheeks: -. .-- -..r-..
'There now!' and away bounced tn
Yankee to his relief; catching him up ii
his arms as if he had been a child. scold
ing him heartily all the time; and layins
him out over the bales of goods, withou
appearing to see the strange faces tina
gathered about him or to care fig fo
their profound astonishment, he began pull
ing and hauling the leg about, now thil
way, now that, and wrenching the foo
first one way and than another as if h
would twist it of, while the sufferer lay
grinding his teeth, and uttering an occa
sional boo-hoo -boo-hoo! ....
"Boo-hoo boo hoo r'-cried the Yan
kee, who had now satisfied himself as te
the state of the case. "What's the use o
boo-hoin, l tell We! what are We afeard on
Got the stuff'H cure ye, fye,d jammed youl
leg of-take the bruise right out by the
roots-look here" whipping out large
box, with lead colored pigment, blue pill
or opodeldoc perhaps, or perhaps the scrap
ings of a carriage wheel. "That's the
stuff for corns, 1 tell ye! capitol, too, fol
razor-strapsm addressing bystanders, and
either by accident or design, so rs to bit
rather hard here and there, and raise good
natured laguh at the expense of a little
somebody with pinched feet, and cross
looking old woman with a beard. "Clear
grit as ever you see! gut sech thing as a
jack-nife about ye, marin !"-to the latter,
who stood STOPPING over the box with a
most inquisitive air, eyeing him through
her golden bowed spectacles, and occasion
ally touching the contents of the box, and
then smelling her fingers in way that she
didn't appear to relish-with red haired
girl in very tight shoes on one arm, and
a sleepy looking coxcomb with mustachios,
on the other clear grit, / tell ye!-take
notch out of broad axe whoa Ito the
nigger) whoa! there, there best furni-
toor-polish ever you come across, marm.-
There, there, stiddy- stiddy! don't kick
plastering the foot all o: er with his furni-
ture polish, and wrapping it up with a
bandage of loose oakum-"ah, ha! begin
to feel nicely already, don't it mister?'
20, yessa, massa," groaned the poor ne
gro; "him peel perry moodch nicealy; tan
kee massa-berry mudch - boo-hoo -
gorrigh"
"Told We so! slickest stuff ever you see,
aint it, mister?7 snatching up rag of tar
red canvass ard bunch ofspun yarn, that
somebody held near-"good for the lock-
jaw-tried it on myself; nobody talks faster
an 1 do now, do they rnarm? fusschop too,
for the yeller-fever, and moths, and Ip-salve
and bed-bugs-ty little ont mister Ito
the youth in mustachios) or may be you'd
like box of yer own-some call it new
sort o tooth-paste with more varter int
than nineteen sca-hosses; only a quarter
dollar box at retail, or two dollars dozen
boxes in all, and take your pay in most
any thing, marin Ito the red-haired girl; }
boxes worth half the money, and more too,
marm-take 'eln back at double price, if
you aint satisfied, if l ever come across you
again-sell you the privilege right out for
any o the States, so't your son there could
make his fortin' by sellin' it for bears greese;
don't kick tell yo! ito the nigger) )-sartin
cure for the itch-help yourself, mister
why, if you'll believe me, but l know you
wunt,-I have seen it cure hole neighbor-
hood so privately, they didn't know it them
selves-chin- cough-striped fever and
backbitin' to boot, only by rubin it over
the minister's wig-mortal fine stuff for
the hair! turns it all manner O colors-
there Getting the limb 60 and lifting the
poor man up, with bandage on it about
as big as moderate sized pillow see
there! enough's enough, l tell ye-boo
hoo-boo-hoo! If yer don't stop yer
blarting and boohoin, you'll take cold inside,
and tha,'ll take all the varter out O the
grease arter that's done, l defy yer
to stop-I call it greese; but its no more
greese than you air Ito very fat man who
had been laughing at all the Others in sue
cession-it was their turn now,) an what's
more Ito the nigger) your foot'll turn all
the colors Of peacock's tail"
Here the poor negro began to hobble
of, saying as he moved away-"ranka,
massa, tanka berry mush."
"I say, tho, mister" cried the Yankee,
calling after him, "might ask what's the
pay; or buy box o the hair-powder-
that's the least you can do" .-.
"Why, lor bressa, massa; massa, SO
good, he neber tink O takin' notin' O poor
nigger, heyw .s-u ts- III
"7ry me-" .isF al ft. b