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I guess I have beat Jake Frink twelve dollars on the 

 bridge, and that will do to set over agin the carrots. 

 Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER. 

 HooJcertown, Dec. 15, 1859. 



38. TIM BUNKER ON GIVING LAND A 

 START. 



MR. EDITOR : &quot; What are ye gwine to du with that 

 ere bag of Scotch Snuff? &quot; asked Jake Frink one morning, 

 as he looked at a lot of Peruvian No. 1, just landed at 

 my barn door. 



&quot; Who has a better right to have a quilting than Mrs. 

 Bunker, and to entertain the old ladies with a pinch of 

 the Scotch dust?&quot; I asked by way of rejoinder, and to 

 stimulate Jake s curiosity, which was already wide awake. 



&quot;I thought snuff allers come in bladders,&quot; suggested 

 Seth Twiggs, as he blew out a column of smoke, that 

 would have done credit to a locomotive. 



&quot; How du ye know but what it is a whale s bladder ! &quot; 

 inquired Tucker, who had been to sea, and was anxious 

 to show off his nautical knowledge to Mr. Twiggs. 



&quot; That s guanner, ye fools !&quot; remarked Uncle Jotham 

 Sparrowgrass, with a very emphatic blow of his cane up 

 on the ground. &quot; Haven t ye never seen any guanner ? 

 I ve seen it a dozen year ago, over on the Island Judge 

 Randall tried it time and agin. Never could make much 

 out of it. He got one or tu decent crops, and then the 

 land fell off, worse than ever. The Judge said it was a 

 groat humbug. Guess he s right.&quot; 



