a cringin', fawnin' and coaxin', or snarlin', grumblin'
or bullyin' you out of your money. There's the boatman,
and tide-waiter, and porter, and custom-er, and truck
man as soon as you land; and the sarvant-man, and
chamber-gall, and boots, and porter again to the inn.
And then on the road, there is trunk-lifter, and coachman,
and guard, and beggar-man, and a critter that opens the
coach door, that they calls a waterman, cause he is
infarnal dirty, and never sees water. They are jist like
a snarl o' snakes, their name is legion and there ain't
no eend to 'em.

"The only thing you get for nothin' here is rain and
smoke, the rumatiz, and scorny airs. If you could buy an
Englishman at what he was worth, and sell him at his own
valiation, he would realise as much as a nigger, and
would be worth tradin' in, that's a fact; but as it is
he ain't worth nothin', there is no market for such
critters, no one would buy him at no price. A Scotchman
is wus, for he is prouder and meaner. Pat ain't no better
nother; he ain't proud, cause he has a hole in his breeches
and another in his elbow, and he thinks pride won't patch
'em, and he ain't mean cause he hante got nothin' to be
mean with. Whether it takes nine tailors to make a man,
I can't jist exactly say, but this I will say, and take
my davy of it too, that it would take three such goneys
as these to make a pattern for one of our rael genu_wine_
free and enlightened citizens, and then I wouldn't swap
without large boot, I tell you. Guess I'll go, and pack
up my fixing and have 'em ready to land."