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rying yard alune in a dark night. (Whistles the tune of 'Yankee doodle.)

Enter General Stuart. You belong to this house, young man, don't you? Doo.

No: I guess I belong to America, when I'm at hum.

Gen You didn't exactly comprehend my meaning, but ices! o consequence. But as you belong to America, and i am e quainted there, I make free to inquire in what part you twee born ? Dan. Do you know where New-Haven is?

Yes.
Uc). Well, I was not born there.
Gen. Why did you ask the question then ?

Don. Becaise my daddy was; but afore I was born, he moved up country. Deri But what town gave you

birth? Nun, I vum; I was born in the woods as they tell ne, for I don't remember nothing about it myself.

Erotis! But where do they say you was born?

Lou Suinwheres in Varmount, between Brattleboro' and Pennington; as the Indian said he was born at Nantucket, Cane (od, and all along shore.

2. Way, young man, you seem to have some mother Don. I count if I liad enny of my own, I shouldn't have

tch'd here.
Fiat ratkome-sick, are you?

the pretty slim. (Sobbing.) But
Sion't.
be you get here?

Did you think I curn to an island by Posari

I mean what brought you ? vo. A vessel, I viim. It wcaiŭ have been a tuff pull to swini three thousand miles.

Gen. But what kind of a vessel ?
Doo. A man of war, I spose.

Gen. You have not the air of a mariner; were you bred to the sea ? I wish to know your adventures, and how you calculated to get a living.

Doo. Why, I had some leeile sort of a knack at ito coopering business. So I heerd them folks who carry it on" in the West Indies, died so fast, it was a good trade in live by. And so I counted I should stand as good a chance as others.

Gen. And did you turn sailor to get there?

Doo. Not at first, for I know'd I could not clin buplu he tip top of the mast, without being boosted over the inha ver hole, as they tarm it; so I agreed to work my passage y cooking for the crew, and taking care of the duint crit

Gen. Dumb creatures ! of what articles was your lading composed ? live stock? lumber?

Doo. Yes, horses, hogs, staves, and hoop-poles, Hilla Jivers bail goods, sich as buckets, pails, and sugar boxes. Moreover long sairse and short sairse, consisting of a variety of leetle notions, sich as ingyons, parsnips, butter, che

ers.

soap, and ile.

Gen. A singularly well-assorted cargo! Did you arrive here sase ?

Doo. No, I guess we didn't.
Gen. Why not?

Doo. Why, when we had got near our journey's eend, (to which, by the way, I never did get) first cum the Mounsheers, and began to pillage our necessaries, sich as gin and gingerbread, hang'em.

Gen. And what came next?

Doo. Next? A British midsheepman, so tarmed. And 0, says he to me, says he, seeing your name is not on the ist among the clean or unclean beasts, I shall make bold to ake you for his majesty's sarvice.

Gen. Did your captain make no opposition to their tating his people away?

Doo. Opposition! What could the captain deu, when ney turned right at us their great black guns? Says they, am teu, or we'll sheute. Sheute and be darn'd, if you are, says the captain, but if you spill the deacon's ile, Il make you rue it. And when they got abord, says they, e want none of your pork and lasses, but we will have that kely British boy, meaning me, whose name is not on your ripping papers, and who has no legal protection. Says I

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I won't stir a step: but I guess I was forced teu ; for they got me sought in their limboes and bilboes, that when I got niy bort. Jose, I looked nation poorly a lengthy while arterwards

Gin. Then they pressed you?
Doo. Yes and squeezed me teu.

But I bawled as bad as I coʻrld, and telled them it was a tarnation shame to treat a true born yankee in that sort of way; but they did not mind irenny 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 Doolitile, I'think.

Doo. (Aside.) How the dickens should he know that! y Aloud.) I guess it is, as likely as not. It was the name of my father and of a pretty ancient stock, which has often been improved by publick posts at your sarvice. But pray, as you have taken ihe liberty to ax me so many questions, may I be so bold as to as what your name is ? where you cum from? How long have you biv 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. 0, dear suzz! I shall always think something betta of you for having been in my country.

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

Doo. Sarvant, no, nor enny body's sarvant. I dont choose to be a sarvant ef sarvants, and a slave to the divi 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.)

THE END.

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