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git into a southern climate. It's oncommon hot, you 

 see, down hereaway on the Mississippi, and I reckon 

 that's the reason that you southern gentlemen are 

 sich an almighty b'ilin'-up people, who take a gougin' 

 to your breakfast as we should a mackerel. I'm 

 a'most inclined to think, too, that you bile your 

 water a deal too hot, which our northern tea and 

 coffee pots ain't used to, and can't stand nohow." 



" Humbug ! " growled a score of backwoodsmen, 

 some of whom began to close round the Yankee, as 

 if to make sure of him and- his worthless wares. 



" Boe ! Boe ! " howled Sambo, who had been quite 

 forgotten during this scene. 



"You still here, you black devil ! " cried the ped- 

 lar, turning fiercely round upon the negro. "Am 

 I to be deafened by your cussed croakin'? Don't 

 mind him, ladies and gentlemen pay no attention 

 to him. Who cares about a nigger? He only cries 

 out for his amusement. It's all his tricks and cunnin' ; 

 he'd like to git some more of my sarve on his black 

 hide ! He won't have any, tho' ! Be off with ye, 

 you stinkin' nigger ! " 



" Stinkin' nigga ! Massa Yankee say stinkin' nig- 

 ga ! " yelled Sambo, showing all his white teeth in 

 an ecstasy of anger. "Matto stinkin' nigga now," 

 screamed he as he sprang suddenly to his feet, to 

 the infinite delight of the backwoodsmen, and began 

 capering and hopping about, and grinning like a mad 

 ape. " Matto stinkin' nigga now ; one hour 'go him 



