Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1885-03-26
GLIMPSES OF CITY LIFE.
STREErscENEsIN IN BOSTON, MASS
ACHUSETTS.:
Some of tho Queer Customers One
Meets atsthe Hub.-Venders of Va
rious Articles, &c.

BY REMLY s. sIDELINGER.
.Fsr The jSsntind.
To one not acquainted with a large
city, or even to those who live here.
and do not get on to the back streets,
it is surprising, as we'll as quite an in
terestuig study to note the appearance
aud methods of the various venders of
household supplies, and followers of
different yoeatiens, to be met with
:way from the business streets.
Let us take a little trip down this
back street here at the West end.
Hark! what is that uncarthly noise
| Oh! it is only vender of coal and
wood who is making his daily rounds
Seated on his rickety wagon, drawn
by a horse hardly able to do his duty,
and around which the owner has to
tie a blanket to keep the oats from
falling out-if it is lucky enough to
! get oats to eat-this retail merchant
of portable climate" as Emerson
was wont to call coal, cries out in loud
tones: "kosl Hear, Ko-cl Hear,
FRANk-in kole Hc-ar" This he keeps
up in a sing-sorg voice until he star
ties us by suddenly yelling at the top
of his voice, in raspy hate-full-m 9TH
| er-in-law sort of tone, "wo-ud Hear,
wo-ua HEAR, hard wood! only five
cents bushel-Frank-lin kole! TWEEN
ty cents BU-ESH-ILL."
On the opposite side of the street,
we see a small boy wrapped in an old
blue coat that formerly did duty for
soldier a great deal larger than its
present owner; in sharp shrill voice,
he informs US that he has "back-a-
wou-nar-koal! eighteen cents bask-
ct ~ and the two teams travel on,
but is soon followed by another, the
owner of which goes into each alley
and shouts into back doors: "Soap
grees soap grees soft soap, for old
| grees; grease for s-o-a-p!!" and
the thrifty housewife or servant that
has saved any grease, can exchange it
for the ready made article.
As we walk along, we see an old
man with basket on each arm, he is
shouting something, but only the
trained ear can distinguish the words.
Listen! ''Buy-lob! buy-lob! lob-es-ter
fresh boiled HOLSTERS! here we go, ten
cents a piece; buy-lob, lobstersr"
And here we see man with small
hand-cart, and, Dis he pushes it before
him, we learn that he has various sorts
of fresh fish for sale, and those who
love the inhabitants OF the deep as a
food can select as he cries out, "Fresh
fish fresh fish !! Goldfish, mack-rel,
mack-rel, had -dick!P'
If one prefers vegetables to fish, here
we have a man with a large load of
cabbage, cabbage! turn-nip, cab
bage, beets ta-toes, ta-t-o-e-s! car.
rots ta-toesp And here comes one
with "ap-ples, apples; buy apples. pie
apples! apple, apple, sour apple
sass apple, sweet apple y
Here comes a man that is a familiar
character to all around the West end
This is the jolly Irishman that deals
in old rags that man daily sings his
unique song in fine rich brogue that
smacks of the old sod:
"Any Guild rags to buy,
Any ould bags to buy,
Cnld rags and ouid bags,
Ould maids and young jades,
ANY ould rags to buy"
There is dirty old man that speaks
out in mournful nearly dead part Of
} voice that one would think came
from under the sidewalk somewhere
"Any rags, bottles, rags"
There across the street goes man
supposed to be gypsy, no one knows
where he came from, and no one seems
to know anything of him, only that
for q number of years he has been go
ing about the street with his little iror
stove filled with live Goals, and boz
: of tools under his arm, his cry is
"Washboylerstomend! Oh, yes, any
old -boy-lers-to-m mend? Umbrel
lerstomend! Oh, yes, any um-brel-lers
to-mend?"
IF We are out this evening, we vii
see up here on the various corners
men with nearly every article you ear
mention; that is Texas Sam with hi
lotion to cure the bites of mad dogs
and another long haired gent whe
sells Redwing's sure cure for pain, an
other man has tooth-wash, and her,
is one with soap, andaso we might g
on, but will close, withjhst word fol
the Salvation Army, who march night
: ly, rain, snow or shine, with banner
} flying and drums beating, &c. Per
i haps they are doing good, who knows
: Boston, Mass., Narch 2oth.