When Mr. Hopewell withdrew, Mr. Slick observed:

"Ain't that ere old man a trump? He is always in the
right place. Whenever you want to find him, jist go and
look for him where he ought to be, and there you will
find him as sure as there is snakes in Varginy. He is a
brick, that's a fact. Still, for all that, he ain't jist
altogether a citizen of this world nother. He fishes in
deep water, with a sinker to his hook. He can't throw a
fly as I can, reel out his line, run down stream, and
then wind up, wind up, wind up, and let out, and wind up
again, till he lands his fish, as I do. He looks deep
into things, is a better religionist, polititioner, and
bookster than I be: but then that's all he does know. If
you want to find your way about, or read a man, come to
me, that's all; for I'm the boy that jist can do it. If
I can't walk into a man, I can dodge round him; and if
he is too nimble for that, I can jump over him; and if
he is too tall for that, although I don't like the play,
yet I can whip him.

"Now, Squire, I have been a good deal to England, and
crossed this big pond here the matter of seven times,
and know a good deal about it, more than a great many
folks that have writtin' books on it, p'raps. Mind what
I tell you, the English ain't what they was. I'm not
speakin' in jeest now, or in prejudice. I hante a grain
of prejudice in me. I've see'd too much of the world for
that I reckon. I call myself a candid man, and I tell
you the English are no more like what the English used