me in mind of a Swoi-ree, I told you I'd describe that
to you, and I don't care if I do now, for I've jist got
my talkin' tacks aboard. A Swoi-ree is--

"We'll talk of that some other time, Mr. Slick," said I;
"it is now near two o'clock, I must retire."

"Well, well," said he, "I suppose it is e'en a'most time
to be a movin'. But, Squire, you are a Britisher, why
the plague don't you get into the house? you know more
about colony matters than the whole bilin' of" them put
together, quite as much about other things, and speak
like a--"

"Come, come, Mr. Slick," said I, rising and lighting my
bed-room candle, "it is now high time to bid you good
night, for you are beginning to talk _Bunkum_."




CHAPTER IX.

THROWING THE LAVENDER.

Mr. Slick's character, like that of many of his countrymen,
is not so easily understood as a person might suppose.
We err more often than we are aware of, when we judge of
others by ourselves. English tourists have all fallen
into this mistake, in their, estimate of the Americans.