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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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Brunswick once. Governor of Maine sent me over to their
Governor's, official-like, with a state letter, and the
British officers axed me to dine to their mess. Well,
the English brags so like niggers, I thought I'd prove
'em, and set 'em off on their old trade jist for fun.
So, says I, stranger captain, sais I, is all these forks
and spoons, and plates and covers, and urns, and what
nots, rael genu_wine_ solid silver, the clear thing, and
no mistake. 'Sartainly,' said he, 'we have nothin' but
silver here.' He did, upon my soul, just as cool, as if
it was all true; well you can't tell a mili_tary_ what
he sais ain't credible, or you have to fight him. It's
considered ongenteel, so I jist puts my finger on my
nose, and winks, as much as to say, 'I ain't such a cussed
fool as you take me to be, I can tell you.'

"When he seed I'd found him out, he larfed like any thing.
Guess he found that was no go, for I warn't born in the
woods to be scared by an owl, that's a fact. Well, the
fust time I went to lord's party, I thought it was another
brag agin; I never see nothin' like it. Heavens and
airth, I most jumpt out o' my skin. Where onder the sun,
sais I to myself, did he rake and scrape together such
super-superior galls as these. This party is a kind o'
consarvitory, he has got all the raree plants and sweetest
roses in England here, and must have ransacked the whole
country for 'em. Knowin' I was a judge of woman kind,
he wants me to think they are all this way; but it's
onpossible. They are only "shew frigates" arter all; it
don't stand to reason, they can't be all clippers. He
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