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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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of regret to him; whereas, the other seized upon it at
once as a matter of great exultation. The first sight we
had of land naturally called out their respective opinions.

As we were pacing the deck speculating upon the probable
termination of our voyage, Cape Clear was descried by
the look-out on the mast-head.

"Hallo! what's that? why if it ain't land ahead, as I'm
alive!" said Mr. Slick. "Well, come this is pleasant
too, we have made amost an everlastin' short voyage of
it, hante we; and I must say I like land quite as well
as sea, in a giniral way, arter all; but, Squire, here
is the first Britisher. That critter that's a clawin' up
the side of the vessel like a cat, is the pilot: now do
for goodness gracious sake, jist look at him, and hear
him."

"What port?"

"Liverpool."

"Keep her up a point."

"Do you hear that, Squire? that's English, or what we
used to call to singing school short metre. The critter
don't say a word, even as much as 'by your leave'; but
jist goes and takes his post, and don't ask the name of
the vessel, or pass the time o' day with the Captin. That
ain't in the bill, it tante paid for that; if it was,
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