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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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be sure to catch the right one then. I wouldn't shed
blood, because that's horrid; it shocks all Christian
people, philosophisin' legislators, sentimental ladies,
and spooney gentlemen. It's horrid barbarous that, is
sheddin' blood; I wouldn't do that, I'd jist hang him.
A strong cord tied tight round his neck would keep that
precious mixtur, traitor's blood, all in as close as if
his mouth was corked, wired, and white-leaded, like a
champagne bottle.

"Oh dear! these are the fellers that come out a travellin'
among us, and sayin' the difference atween you and us is
'the absence of loyalty.' I've heard tell a great deal
of that loyalty, but I've seen precious little of it,
since I've been here, that's a fact. I've always told
you these folks ain't what they used to be, and I see
more and more, on 'em every day. Yes, the English are
like their hosses, they are so fine bred, there is nothin'
left of 'em now but the hide, hair, and shoes.

"So Prince Albert is there in that room; I must get in
there and see him, for I have never sot eyes on him since
I've been here, so here goes. Onder, below there, look
out for your corns, hawl your feet in, like turtles, for
I am a comin'. Take care o' your ribs, my old 'coons,
for my elbows are crooked. Who wants to grow? I'll squeeze
you out as a rollin'-pin does dough, and make you ten
inches taller. I'll make good figures of you, my fat boys
and galls, I know. Look out for scaldin's there. Here
I am: it's me, Sam Slick, make way, or I'll walk right
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