The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-02
soft SaWder and Human Nature.

n the course OF journey which Mr.
ok performs in company with the re-
ter Of his humors, the latter asks him
", in country so poor as Nova Scotia,
contrives to sell SO many clocks. "Mr.
elk paused" continues the author, "as
onsidering the propriety of answering
question, and, looking me in the
s9e, said, in confidential tone: why,
Ont care if I tell you, for the market
/:lutted and I shall quit this circuit. It
done by knowledge of soft saacder
Human ndtur'. sBut here is Deacon
at's,' said he; s have but one clock
, and guess I will sell it to him.
. At the gate of the most comfortable
king farmhouse stood Deacon Flint, a
,ectable old man, who had understood
value of time better than most
lis neighbors, if one might judge from
appearance Of everything about him.
er the usual salutation, an invitation
light was accepted by Mr.. Slick, who
| he wished to take leave of Mr..
1T before he left Colchester We had
lily entered the house before the clock
ler pointed to the view from the win
7, and, addressing himself to me, said:
I, was to tell them in Connecticut
e>was such farm as this away down
here in Nova Scotia, they wouldn't
eve newly, there amt such loca-
-~ in all New England. The Deacon
hundred acres of dixie - Seventy
the Deacon, only seventy well,
.nty; but then there is your fine deep
ON; why, I could run a ramrod into
Then there is that water-privilege,
th $4,000 or $4,000, twice as good as
tGov. Cass paid $4,000 for. I Won
- Deacon, you don't put up carding-
on it; the same works would carry a
ing-lathe, single machine, a cir
saw, grind bark, and Too ole, ,
the Deacon, too old for all those
.ulations.' 'Oldv repeated the clock
.er, not you; why, you are worth
dozen of the young men we see
a-days.' The Deacon was pleased.
' Your beasts, dear me-your beasts
The put in and have feed;' saying
h, he went out to order them to be
n to the stable. As the old gentle
closed the door after him, Mr.. Slick
ynear to me, and said, in an under
THAT is what / call soft SANDER.
1nglishman would pass that man as a
p passes hog in pasture without
ing at him. Now, I find here his
Ire on soft sawder was cut short by
:htrance of Mrs. Flint. EJist come to
Goodbye, Mrs. Flint What, have
jold all your clocks?' Yes, and
low, too, for money is scarce, and ]
to close the consarn; no, I'm wrong
aging all, for I have just one left
,hbor Steele's wife asked to have the
al Of it, but I guess I won't sell it.
but two of them, this one and the
: of it, that I sold Gov. Lincoln.
Green, Secretary of State for Maine,
he'd give me fifty dollars for this
one-it has composition wheels and
1T axles; it is beautiful article a
. first chop-no mistake, genuine
rfne; but I guess I'll take It back
besides, Squire Hawk might think
rd that did not give him the offer.
rme,' said Mrs. Flint, I ahould like
it; where is it2' 1t is in chest
inc over the way, at Tom Tapes
Il guess he can ship it on to East.
'That's a good man, said Mrs
i; jist let's look at it, Mr.. Slick
1g to oblige, yielded to these en-.
es, and soon produced the clock
=, highly-varnished, trumpery-look'
fair. ..'.-.
placed it on the chimney piece