Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia by William Gilmore Simms
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"You speak confidently on this point; but, if I am to pay this turnpike, at least, I may be permitted to know who is its proprietor." "To be sure you may. I am always well pleased to satisfy the doubts and curiosity of young travellers who go abroad for information. I take you to be one of this class." "Confine yourself, if you please, to the matter in hand--I grow weary of this chat," said the youth with a haughty inclination, that seemed to have its effect even upon him with whom he spoke. "Your question is quickly answered. You have heard of the Pony Club--have you not?" "I must confess my utter ignorance of such an institution. I have never heard even the name before." "You have not--then really it is high time to begin the work of enlightenment. You must know, then, that the Pony Club is the proprietor of everything and everybody, throughout the nation, and in and about this section. It is the king, without let or limitation of powers, for sixty miles around. Scarce a man in Georgia but pays in some sort to its support--and judge and jury alike contribute to its treasuries. Few dispute its authority, as you will have reason to discover, without suffering condign and certain punishment; and, unlike the tributaries and agents of other powers, its servitors, like myself, invested with jurisdiction over certain parts and interests, sleep not in the performance of our duties; but, day and night, obey its dictates, and perform the various, always laborious, and sometimes dangerous functions |
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