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Please do not assume that a book's appearance in 'The Builder' library means it can be used in any manner anywhere in the world. Copyright infringement liability can be quite severe. The Webmaster SAM SLICK, -r~ 4.) ~...."'"J:~ ,',.,'.... _ ••• _"a ..... ....- THE CLOCKMAKER. THE SAYINGS AND DOINGS OF, SAMUEL SLICK, OF SLICKVILLE. BY THOMAS CHANDLER HALIBURTON. NEW 'YORK: JOHN n. .AIJDEN, PUBLISHER. 1887. Digitized by Gqogle ...! • CONTENTS . .. CHAPTER I. CHAPTER xvn. ' The Trotting Horse, - 5 IA Yankee Handle for a Halifax Blade, 89 CHAPTER n. CHAPTER XVIII. The Clockmaker, - 7 The Grahamite and the Irish Pilot. 42 CHAPTER UI. CHAPTER XIX. The Silent Girls, - 9 The Clockmaker Quilts a Bluenose, 45 CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER XX. Conversations at the River Philip, 10 Sister SaIl's Courtship, 47 CHAPTER V. CHAPTER XXI. , Justice Pettifog, - 12 Setting up for Governor, 50 CHAPTER VI. CHAPTER XXII. Anecdotes, 13 A Cure for Conceit, 54 CHAPTER VII. CHAPTER XXIII. Go Ahead, 14 The Blowin' Time, 56 CHAPTER VIII. CHAPTER XXIV. The Preacher that wandered from Father .John O'Shaughnessy, 59 his Text,- 16 CHAPTER XXV. CHAPTER IX. Taming a Shrew, - 62 Yankee Eating and Horse Feeding, 19 CHAPTER XXVI. CHAPTER X. The Minister's Horn Mug, 64 The Road to a Woman's Heart.• The Broken Heart, 21 CHAPTER XXVII. The White Nigger, 67 CHAPTER XI. Cumberland Oysters produce Melan- CHAPTER xxvni. choly Forebodings, 28 Fire in the Dairy, - 70 CHAPTER XII. CHAPTER XXIX. The American Eagle; - 26 A Body without a Head, 72 CHAPTER XIII. CHAPTER XXX. The Clockmaker's Opinion of Halifax, 29 A Tale of Bunker's Hill, 74 CHAPTER XIV. CHAPTER XXXI. Sayings and Doings in Cumberland, 32 Gulling a Bluenose, 77 CHAPTEn XV. .CHAPTER XXXII. The Dancing MasterAbroad, - ~4 Too many Irons in the Fire, - 79 CHAPTER XVI. CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr. Slick's Opinlon'of th" Britlsh, :m! Windsor and th" F~gWWbyGooglea~ • SAM SLICK, THE .CLOCKMAKER. CHAPTER I. al, I looked again at him, to ascertain whether I had: ever seen him before, or . THE TROTTING HORSE. whether I had met with one of those name- less, but innumerable, limbs of the la.w I WAS always well mounted: I am fond who now flourish in- every district of tha' of a. horse, and always piqued myself on province. There was a keenness about having the fastest trotter in the province. his eye, and an acuteness of expression, 1 have made no great progress in the much in favor of the law; but the dre•• world; I feel doubly, therefore, the plea- and general bearing of the man mad. sure of not being surpassed on the road. against the supposition. His was not the I never feel so well or so cheerful as on coat of a man who can afford to wear an horseback, for there is something exhila- old coat, nor was it one of "Tempest and rating in quick motion; and, old as I am, .More's," that distinguish country lawy.ra I feel a pleasure in making any person from country boobies. His clothes w.r. whom I meet on the way put his borse to well made, and of good materials, bu. the full gallop, to keep pace with my trot looked as if their owner had shrunk a lit• ter. Poor Ethiop! you recollect him, how tle since they were made for him; they he was wont to lay back his ears on his hung somewhat loose on him. A large arched neck, and push away from all com- brooch, and some superfluous seals and .petition? He is done, poor fellow! the gold keys, which ornamented his outward spavin spoiled his speed.and he now roams man, looked ,. New England" like. A visit at large upon" my farm at Truro." Mo- to the States, had .perhaps, I thought, hawk never failed me till this summer. turned this Colchester beau into a Yanke. I pride myself- you may laugh at such fop. Of what consequence was it to me childish weakness in a man of my age- who he was? In either case I had nothing but still, I pride myself in taking the con- to do with him, and I desired neither his ceit out of coxcombs I meet on the road, acquaintance nor his company. Still I and on the ease with which I can leave a could not but. ask myself, Who can this fool behind, whose nonsense disturbs my man be? solitary musings. "I am not aware," said I, "that there On my last journey to Fort Lawrence, is a court sitting at this time ·at Cumber• as the beautiful vie.w of Colchester had land." just opened upon me, and as I was con- "Nor am I,." said myfriend. What, then, templating its richness and exquisite seen- could he have to do with the circuit? It ery, a tall thin man, with hollow cheeks occurred to me he must be a Methodis~ and bright, twinkling black eyes, on a preacher. 1 looked again, but his appear• good bay horse, somewhat out of condition, ance again puzzled me. His attire might overtook me, an-I (hawing up, said," I do, the color might be suitable.rthe broad guess you etartedcarly thts inorning, sir?" brim not out of place; but there was a. "I did, sir," I replied, want of that staidness of look, that seri• "You did not c ime from Halifax, I pre- ousness .of countenance, that expression, sume, sir, did y<uP" in a dialect too rich in short, so characteristic of the clergy. to be mistaken as genuine Yankee. "And I could not account for my idle curios• which way may y iu be travelling?" asked ity,-a curiosity which, in him, I had the my inquisitive co npanion. moment hefore viewed both with suspie- "To Fort Lawrence." ion and disgust; but so it was, I felt a de- "Ah l" said he, "so am I; it is in my site to know who he could be who was circuit." . neither lawyer nor preacher, and yet talk •• The wer4i eir.uit sounded 80 profession- of his circuit with the Il'avity ef beth.. 6 . Digitized by Google SAM SLI~K, How ridiculous, I thought to myself, is Aye, there's the rub-a Yankee what' this; I will leave him. Turning towards Perhaps a half-bred puppy, half Yankee, him, I said I feared I should be late for half Bluenose. As there is noescape, I'll breakfast, and must therefore bid him try to make out my riding master. "Your good morning. Mohawk felt the pressure circuit?" said I, my looks expressing all of my knees, and away we went at a slap• the surprise they were capable of, "your ping pace. I congratulated myself on con• circuit, pray, what may that be ?" quering my own curiosity, and on avoiding "0," said he," the eastern circuit; I that of my travelling companion. This, I am on the eastern circuit, sir." said to myself, this is the value of a good "I, have heard," said I, feeling that I horse; I patted his neck; I felt proud of now had a lawyer to deal with, "that him. Presently I heard the steps of the there is a great deal of business on this unknown's horse-the clatter increased. circuit. Pray, are there 'many cases of im- Ah, my friendj thought I, It won't do; you portance ? " . should be we Imounted if you desire my "There is a pretty fair business to be company. I pushed Mohawk faster, faster, done, at least there has been, but the faster-eto-his best.