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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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tied to it, on pupus to spend time; lit a cigar, opened
the window nearest the rooks, and smoked, but oh the rain
killed all the smoke in a minite; it didn't even make
one on 'em sneeze. 'Dull musick this, Sam,' sais I, 'ain't
it? Tell you what: I'll put on my ile-skin, take an
umbreller and go and talk to the stable helps, for I feel
as lonely as a catamount, and as dull as a bachelor
beaver. So I trampousses off to the stable, and says I
to the head man, 'A smart little hoss that,' sais I, 'you
are a cleaning of: he looks like a first chop article
that.'

"'Y mae',' sais he.

"'Hullo,' sais I, 'what in natur' is this? Is it him that
can't speak English, or me that can't onderstand? for
one on us is a fool, that's sartain. I'll try him agin.

"So I sais to him, 'He looks,' sais I, 'as if he'd trot
a considerable good stick, that horse,' sais I, 'I guess
he is a goer.'

"Y' mae, ye un trotter da,' sais he.

"'Creation!' sais I, 'if this don't beat gineral trainin'.
I have heerd in my time, broken French, broken Scotch,
broken Irish, broken Yankee, broken Nigger, and broken
Indgin; but I have hearn two pure gene_wine_ languages
to-day, and no mistake, rael rook, and rael Britton, and
I don't exactly know which I like wus. It's no use to
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