'But not as moist as England, sir?' cried Chollop, with a fierce
expression in his face.
'Oh! Not as moist as England; let alone its Institutions,' said the man.
'I should hope there ain't a swamp in all Americay, as don't whip THAT
small island into mush and molasses,' observed Chollop, decisively. 'You
bought slick, straight, and right away, of Scadder, sir?' to Mark.
He answered in the affirmative. Mr Chollop winked at the other citizen.
'Scadder is a smart man, sir? He is a rising man? He is a man as will
come up'ards, right side up, sir?' Mr Chollop winked again at the other
citizen.
'He should have his right side very high up, if I had my way,' said
Mark. 'As high up as the top of a good tall gallows, perhaps.'
Mr Chollop was so delighted at the smartness of his excellent countryman
having been too much for the Britisher, and at the Britisher's resenting
it, that he could contain himself no longer, and broke forth in a shout
of delight. But the strangest exposition of this ruling passion was
in the other--the pestilence-stricken, broken, miserable shadow of a
man--who derived so much entertainment from the circumstance that he
seemed to forget his own ruin in thinking of it, and laughed outright
when he said 'that Scadder was a smart man, and had draw'd a lot of
British capital that way, as sure as sun-up.
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