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I wont stir a step: but I guess I was forc'd teu; for they got me so tight in their limboes and bilboes, that when I got my body loose, I looked nation poorly a lengthy while arterwords.

Gen. Then they pressed you?

Doo. Yes and squeezed me teu. But I bawled as bad as I could, and telled them it was a tarnation shame to treat a true born yankee in that sort of way; but they did not mind it enny more than they deu what the parson says in a gale of wind, as soon as the storm is over.

Gen. Well it is all over, and you are in a safe harbour

now.

Doo. I expect I be.

Gen. Your name is Doolittle, I think.

Doo (Aside.) How the dickens should he know that! (Aloud.) I guess it is as likely as not. It was the name of my father and a pretty ancient stock, which has often been improved by public posts, at your sarvice. But pray, as you have taken the liberty to ax me so many questions, may I be so bold as to ax what your name is? Where you cum from? How long have you bin here? Where are you going teu? And what is your business?

Gen. My name is Stuart. I am a general officer in the British army, and have served in America.

Doo. O dear suzz! I shall always think something better of you for having been in my country.

Gen. Well, my good fellow, have you a mind to be my servant?

Doo. Sarvant, no, nor enny body's sarvant. I don't choose to be a sarvant of sarvants, and a slave to the divil, as the saying is.

Gen. Have you a mind to live with me, then, as my help?

Doo. I guess I have. I should be a rotten fool not to have a mind teu; especially as you appear to have no pride, nor a bit of a gentleman about you.

Gen. (Laughing.) Well, go in to my steward, and he will tell you what to do.

(Exit Doolittle whistling Yankee doodle.)

END.

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