as amusing as it was in Nova Scotia, and concluded by
saying that I felt assured he would find that no such
prejudice existed here against his countrymen, as he
entertained towards the English.

"Lord love you!" said he, "I have no prejudice. I am the
most candid man you ever see. I have got some grit, but
I ain't ugly, I ain't indeed."

"But you are wrong about the English; and I'll prove it
to you. Do you see that turkey there?" said he.

"Where?" I asked. "I see no turkey; indeed, I have seen
none on board. What do you mean?"

"Why that slight, pale-faced, student-like Britisher; he
is a turkey, that feller. He has been all over the Union,
and he is a goin' to write a book. He was at New York
when we left, and was introduced to me in the street. To
make it liquorish, he has got all the advertisements
about runaway slaves, sales of niggers, cruel mistresses
and licentious masters, that he could pick up. He is a
caterer and panderer to English hypocrisy. There is
nothin' too gross for him to swaller. We call them turkeys;
first because they travel so fast--for no bird travels
hot foot that way, except it be an ostrich--and second,
because they gobble up every thing that comes in their
way. Them fellers will swaller a falsehood as fast as a
turkey does a grasshopper; take it right down whole,
without winkin'.