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man, while loose drab trousers of stout double-milled, and a 

 pair of well-blacked boots, completed his attire ; so that he 

 looked as different an animal as possible, from the unwashed, 

 uncombed, half-naked creature he presented, when lounging in 

 his bar-room in his every-day apparel. 



" Why, halloa, Guts !" cried Archer, as he entered, " you've 

 broken out here in a new place altogether." 



" Now quit, you, callin of me Guts," responded Tom, more 

 testily than I had ever heard him speak to Harry, whose every 

 whim and frolic he seemed religiously to venerate and humor f 

 " a fellow doesn't want to have it 4 Guts' here, -and * Guts' there, 

 over half a county. Why, now, it was but a week since, while 

 'lections was a goin' on, I got a letter from some d d chaps to 

 Newburg ' Eouse about now, old Guts, you'll need it this 

 election f " 



" Ha ! ha ! ha !" shouted Harry and I almost simultaneously, 

 delighted at Tom's evident annoyance. 



""Who wrote it, Tom ?" 



" That's what I'd jist give fifty dollars to know now," replied 

 mine iiost, clinching his mighty paw. 



" Why, what would you do,' 7 said I, " if you did know ?" 



" Lick him, by George ! Lick him, in the first place, till he 

 was as nigh dead as I daared lick him and then I'd make him 

 eat up every darned line of it ! But come, come breakfast's 

 ready ; and while we're getting through with it, Timothy and 

 Jem Lyn will fix the pig-box, and make the deer all right and 

 tight for travelling !" 



No sooner said than done an ample meal was speedily de- 

 spatched and when that worthy came in to announce all ready, 

 for the saving of time, master Timothy was accommodated with 

 a seat at a side-table, which he occupied with becoming dignity, 

 abstaining, as it were, in consciousness of his honorable promo- 

 tion, from any of the quaint and curious witticisms, in which he 

 was wont to indulge ; but manducating, with vast energy, the 

 various good things which were set before him. 



It was a clear, bright Sabbath morning, as ever shone down 

 on a sinful world, on which we started homeward and, though 

 I fear there was not quite so much solemnity in our demeanor 

 as might have best accorded with the notions of over strict pro- 

 fessors, I can still answer that, with much mirth, much merri- 

 ment, and much good feeling in our hearts, there was no touch 

 of irreverence, or any taint of what could be called sinful thought. 





