shape; and a pretty job it was, I tell you. I thought
I never should get the sut out of my hair, and then never
get it out of my brush again, and my eyes smarted so,
they did nothing but water, and wink, and make faces.
But I did; I worked on and worked on, till all was sot
right once more.

"'Now,' sais I, 'how's time?' 'half past seven,' sais I,
'and three hours and a half more yet to breakfast. Well,'
sais I, 'I can't stand this--and what's more I won't: I
begin to get my Ebenezer up, and feel wolfish. I'll ring
up the handsum chamber-maid, and just fall to, and chaw
her right up--I'm savagerous.'* 'That's cowardly,' sais
I, 'call the footman, pick a quarrel with him and kick
him down stairs, speak but one word to him, and let that
be strong enough to skin the coon arter it has killed
him, the noise will wake up folks _I_ know, and then we
shall have sunthin' to eat.'

[* Footnote: The word "savagerous" is not of "Yankee"
but of "Western origin."--Its use in this place is best
explained by the following extract from the Third Series
of the Clockmaker. "In order that the sketch which I am
now about to give may be fully understood, it may be
necessary to request the reader to recollect that Mr.
Slick is a _Yankee_, a designation the origin of which
is now not very obvious, but it has been assumed by, and
conceded by common consent to, the inhabitants of New
England. It is a name, though sometimes satirically used,
of which they have great reason to be proud, as it is