CHAPTER XXXVIII. 



THE EORTE-MONNAIE I OWE 'EM COMPANY. 



It has been said, with much of truth, that "two of a 

 calling rarely agree;" and this applies with force to those 

 engaged in the "hen- trade." Messrs. Mormann and Hnmm, 

 whom I have before spoken of, could n't long agree together, 

 and their "dissolution" soon appeared; and, from the 

 ashes of the professional part of this firm, there suddenly 

 arose an entirely new dodge, under the big-sounding title 

 of 



" THE PORTE-MONNAIE I OWE 'EM OOMfANY.'' 



The presiding genius of this concern was one Doctor 

 Bangit, — an old friend of mine, who had been through wars 

 enough to have killed a regiment of ghouls, who was among 

 the earliest advocates and supporters of the " New England 

 Mutual Admiration Society," who was one of the very first 

 physicians employed in prescribing for the hen fever in this 

 country, and who, I supposed, had had sufficient experience 

 not to embark (at this late day) in such a ridiouloua enter- 

 prise as this so clearly seemed to be. 



