I couldn't carry 'em about so long; but it was for sayin'
it hadn't ought to have been taken notice of, considerin'
it jist popt out permiscuous like with the bottle-cork.
If he hadn't a had the clear grit in him, and showed
teeth and claws, they'd a nullified him so, you wouldn't
have see'd a grease spot of him no more. What do you call
that, now? Do you call that liberty? Do you call that
old English? Do you call it pretty, say now? Thank God,
it tante Yankee."

"I see you have no prejudice, Mr. Slick," I replied.

"Not one mite or morsel," he replied. "Tho' I was born
in Connecticut, I have travelled all over the thirteen
united univarsal worlds of ourn and am a citizen at large.
No, I have no prejudice. You say I am mistaken; p'raps
I am, I hope I be, and a stranger may get hold of the
wrong eend of a thing sometimes, that's a fact. But I
don't think I be wrong, or else the papers don't tell
the truth; and I read it in all the jarnals; I did, upon
my soul. Why man, it's history now, if such nasty mean
doins is worth puttin' into a book.

"What makes this Spy System to England wuss, is that
these eaves-droppers are obliged to hear all that's said,
or lose what commission they hold; at least so folks tell
me. I recollect when I was there last, for it's some
years since Government first sot up the Spy System; there
was a great feed given to a Mr. Robe, or Robie, or some
such name, an out and out Tory. Well, sunthin' or another