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&quot; But I have not got the Tafeu along with me, to sell 

 this morning, I am securing agents to dispose of it. I 

 sell rights to towns, and to counties, and the man who 

 gets the right to sell the article makes his fortune, the first 

 season, while the man who buys will have to wait a little. 

 For instance, if Esq. Frink buys the right for Hooker- 

 town, and sells a thousand tuns, he makes five thousand 

 dollars, for we allow our agents five dollars a tun on the 

 sales. You have in town at least two hundred farmers, 

 and they will want, on a safe calculation, five tuns of Tafeu, 

 each.&quot; 



&quot; Yes, we ve got more n four hundred farmers in town, 

 and I m the chap that can sell the stuff tu em, if there is 

 any vartu in talk.&quot; 



&quot; You see,&quot; continued the fluent Mr. Smith, &quot; I sold the 

 right to Col. Babcock, of Spruce Hill, last year, and he 

 told me he made over ten thousand dollars, and there are 

 hundreds more I could mention in other States, that have 

 made handsome fortunes out of our fertilizer, the first 

 season.&quot; 



&quot; And how much are you going to ax for the right to 

 sell in Hookertown ? &quot; 



&quot; Well, we generally sell county rights for fifty dollars, 

 and town rights for about ten, a little more or less accord 

 ing to size. But seeing it is you, Esq. Frink, we will let 

 you have the Hookertown right for nine dollars.&quot; 



Jake Frink is not a monied man, but he happened to 

 have just that amount in bills in his wallet, and he handed 

 it over to the oily-tongued Mr. Smith, who delivered him 

 his right to sell Tafeu in Hookertown, duly signed and 

 dated. He told Jake as he drove off, that a cargo would 

 be in from Philadelphia, and delivered at the landing next 

 Saturday. 



Saturday came, and Jake went down with his old bob- 

 tailed mare, bright and early, expecting to see a schooner 

 discharging Tafeu. But he found nothing but a coal ves- 



