'
'You miss the imposts of your country. You miss the house dues?'
observed Chollop.
'And the houses--rather,' said Mark.
'No window dues here, sir,' observed Chollop.
'And no windows to put 'em on,' said Mark.
'No stakes, no dungeons, no blocks, no racks, no scaffolds, no
thumbscrews, no pikes, no pillories,' said Chollop.
'Nothing but rewolwers and bowie-knives,' returned Mark. 'And what are
they? Not worth mentioning!'
The man who had met them on the night of their arrival came crawling up
at this juncture, and looked in at the door.
'Well, sir,' said Chollop. 'How do YOU git along?'
He had considerable difficulty in getting along at all, and said as much
in reply.
'Mr Co. And me, sir,' observed Chollop, 'are disputating a piece. He
ought to be slicked up pretty smart to disputate between the Old World
and the New, I do expect?'
'Well!' returned the miserable shadow. 'So he had.'
'I was merely observing, sir,' said Mark, addressing this new visitor,
'that I looked upon the city in which we have the honour to live, as
being swampy. What's your sentiments?'
'I opinionate it's moist perhaps, at certain times,' returned the man.
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