The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1859-11-03
For the National Era.
A PALACE IN GENOA.
By EDWARD SPENCER.
II-Continued.

get out out Of the country, which may not be
able to do for three or four days or a week,
possibly. Can you assist me in finding such a
place? You can help me very much in that
way, since no one will ever suspect you of be-
ing my agent"
"Fac'," said George, scratching his head in
profound thought. "You wants to go way in
a ship, / reck'n."
eyes"
"And till you finds de right one, you wants
to lay low, kinder, so as de police II never
ketch you?'
Exactly"
xxi who you. think d look for you whar'
I'm gwine to stow you way? Told you 1
knswed de right kind o. help"
slow do you mean, George?"
"Why, marster, you see, I'm got it all drawn
up, like sea cap'n's big chart and it's plain
sailin'. Ny old woman, she keeps an ester
cellar over thar on the rivah-way up town, in
alley back Of lumber yard She keeps it for
de canawlers and steamboat hands, and / is
'prietor--tends de bar o nights mostly. You
know what kind place It's, mostly collud per-
sons usin' thar, but sometimes gentleman
gets drunk about in de neighbo'hood, and comes
down for more liquor; sometimes ship cap'ns
too, jest home, on bender. So you kin go in
widout people sayin' much bout it. Well, that
thar's gist what you want. You hide your
watch, mind, get your clothes dirty, your neck
Handkerchief all crooked an undone, an your
hat smashed in, jest like as if you was on big
drunk-then you cut cross lots, through the
lumber yard, like you is lost your way you
know, and come down into the shop. Thar
you order all sorts Of eisters at onst, play very
drunk little while, and go to sleep in a cheer
After that / fix all the rest, sir. It's not pleas
ant for you, marster, but them police is very
sharp, and some niger loafers about my place
mout take into thar heads to smell rat
az know, George Where is the placer
will go with you, and trust you in everything
and you shall not lose by it,
"You only trust me, and make de right
kind of ofing said George, confidently
Then he suggested the expediency of dismiss
ing the hack and pursuing their way on foot
As Mr.. Lloyd was about to comply, George
pulled out a greasy pocket-book, and began
opening it, carefully avoiding to look at the
banker, fumbling with his fingers, and showing
evident embarrassment. AT last he drew a
note out, and held it out to Mr.. Lloyd, saying,
marster, it'll look best for you to pay de hack
hire, you known case you isn't got any
change about you.'
"My God I" said Mr.. Lloyd, with vivid emo
| ton, what have | done to deserve this friendl
No, George, put it up deceived you, my no.
bic fellow. i have plenty of money about me
Co. o,x1
services-though / can never repay your kind
| nessn
/ George looked mucn disappointed. UnuouUr
edly he had expected to discharge his debt to
Mr.. Lloyd by providing for him in every way,
and this discovery that he was not actually
penniless, robbed him of half his delight, since
it prevented him, he thought, from demonstra-
| ting the entirely dsinterested character of his
intended service.
However his plans were put in execution,
and 80 nicely were they arranged, that, just
about the time that the first rumors of his de-
falcation were bruited about, Mr.. Lloyd stagger-
ed down the steps of miserable little oyster
cellar and flung himself into ricketty chair,
feigning to be completely overcome by drink.
There were several negroes in the shop, and
George, who had taken his wifes place behind
the bar, amused them with his comments upon
the intruder.
"Thar's another of them thar sea-cap'ns-
how they does drink"
He no sea-capn," said one OF the gazers-
"his hands is too white for that ar profession"
snow, that's Jest fac, Mr.. Cotton" said
George, patronizingly. {" am surprised at your
eyes. You'd make fust-rate police, you would.
What you say he is I? Must be gen'pman from
Virginny, Ireck'n. Somehow, dey likes people
Of color, dey does. has observed dey always
fuds out thar habitations when dey gifts on a
bender"
"Dey feels at home 'mongst 'em, reck'n I;
case dey raises so many of 'em. You never
notice dat horse.jockeys is never kinder at
home only when dey is hangin' about de
stables?n
"Habits is VERY inclined to git de upper
hand Of u.s." remarked a third party, with grave
abstraction.
"Some oysters, boy" muttered the banker
Thar'-exactly what l said, Mr.. Cotton,
triumphantly said George. "Them Virginny
folks always dominates Us boys if we is as
old as Jerusalarum hisself How you'll have
'em, sir?"
"Broiled."
"Thar' it is again. That ar's the third count
of de evidence, as de lawyers says. Virginny
men are the greatest folks for bries ever see.
The sun down thar briles 'em so much, reckon
dey wants to pay him back"
| ono, Salu MI Iotton, contemporary
"dat ar's rale fasetto reasoning dat is dey
loves briles same as New Workers loves CLANS,
same as Yankees loves poke an beans, same
as collud people loves catfish"
Flows dat way?
"Howl Why, 'case-'case dey do-'case it's
thar nature"
"Ei then it's de niggar's natur to love
whisky, you conject, Mr.. Cotton that ar you
proposition
you go long, George. You drink jest as
much whisky as / does, / reckon. SO do white
folks" added he, indicating Mr. Lloyd with his
thumb.
"Spec' white folks wont eat thar eisters this
time. Spec they be dead sleep fore the eisters
is done Drilled"
/ Mr. Lloyd speedily acted on this hint, and
feigned sleep, snoring.
"Thar' he goes, way off to Jericho. Gosh
I wouldn't swap heads wild him tomorrow
mornin'. Best let him sleep her off little,
and wake him up time for his evenin' cocktail.
Now, you Tipsicoi you come way from thar
Sposn that ar gentl'man he lose his watch,
how you like me to say you was de neares' on
to him?"
"How you know he's got watch in de fust
place retorted Mr.. Tipsico. II doesn't see
none."
How know he's got watch? Now, look
hyar, Tipsico, l bet you five dollar he's got a
watch. How do know. Gosh, how know de
sun 90 down fore dark, hey Tell mel You ever
in you life see gen'Pman from Virginny with
ont watch? You think people what owns so
many uipcers is soin' to do 'dout watches2 Its
rael sprisin' what ignorance dere is in de world,
amt il. Mr.. Cotton? Not got a watch Fooh
Oar minds me of old Guinea niger / seed
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