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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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mortality is changed for immortality. This burial place
contains no one that I have ever seen or known; but it
contains the remains of those from whom I derived my
lineage and my name. I therefore naturally desired to
see it.

Having communicated my intention to my two American
companions, I was very much struck with the different
manner in which they received the announcement.

"Come back soon, Squire," said Mr. Slick; "go and see
your old friend, if you must, and go to the old campin'
grounds of your folks; though the wigwam I expect has
gone long ago, but don't look at anythin' else. I want
we should visit the country together. I have an idea from
what little I have seed of it, Scotland is over-rated.
I guess there is a good deal of romance about their old
times; and that, if we knowed all, their old lairds warn't
much better, or much richer than our Ingian chiefs; much
of a muchness. Kinder sorter so, and kinder sorter not
so, no great odds. Both hardy, both fierce; both as poor
as Job's Turkey, and both tarnation proud, at least,
that's my idea to a notch.

"I have often axed myself what sort of a gall that
splenderiferous, 'Lady of the Lake' of Scott's was, and
I kinder guess she was a red-headed Scotch heifer, with
her hair filled with heather, and feather, and lint, with
no shoes and stockings to her feet, and that

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