Nature and Human Nature

Nature and Human Nature

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NATURE AND HUMAN NATURE by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
1855
Hominem, pagina nostra sapit.--MART Eye nature's walks, shoot folly
as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise.--POPE

CONTENTS
I. A SURPRISE
II. CLIPPERS AND STEAMERS
III. A WOMAN'S HEART
IV. A CRITTER WITH A THOUSAND VIRTUES AND BUT ONE
VICE
V. A NEW WAY TO LEARN GAELIC
VI. THE WOUNDS OF THE HEART
VII. FIDDLING AND DANCING, AND SERVING THE DEVIL
VIII. STITCHING A BUTTON-HOLE
IX. THE PLURAL OF MOOSE
X. A DAY ON THE LAKE.--
PART I
XI. A DAY ON THE LAKE.--PART II
XII. THE BETROTHAL
XIII. A FOGGY NIGHT

XIV. FEMALE COLLEGES
XV. GIPSEYING
XVI. THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD
XVII. LOST AT SEA
XVIII. HOLDING UP THE MIRROR
XIX. THE BUNDLE OF STICKS
XX. TOWN AND COUNTRY
XXI. THE HONEYMOON
XXII. A DISH OF CLAMS
XXIII. THE DEVIL'S HOLE; OR, FISH AND FLESH
XXIV. THE CUCUMBER LAKE
XXV. THE RECALL

CHAPTER I.
A SURPRISE.
Thinks I to myself, as I overheard a person inquire of the servant at the
door, in an unmistakeable voice and tone, "Is the Squire to hum?" that
can be no one else than my old friend Sam Slick the Clockmaker. But it
could admit of no doubt when he proceeded, "If he is, tell him I am
here."
"Who shall I say, Sir?"
The stranger paused a moment, and then said, "It's such an everlastin'
long name, I don't think you can carry it all to wunst, and I don't want it
broke in two. Tell him it's a gentleman that calculates to hold a
protracted meeten here to-night. Come, don't stand starin' there on the

track, you might get run over. Don't you hear the engine coming? Shunt
off now."
"Ah, my old friend," said I, advancing, and shaking him by the hand,
"how are you?"
"As hearty as a buck," he replied, "though I can't jist jump quite so high
now."
"I knew you," I said, "the moment I heard your voice, and if I had not
recognised that, I should have known your talk."
"That's because I am a Yankee, Sir," he said, "no two of us look alike,
or talk alike; but being free and enlightened citizens, we jist talk as we
please."
"Ah, my good friend, you always please when you talk, and that is
more than can be said of most men."
"And so will you," he replied, "if you use soft sawder that way. Oh,
dear me! it seems but the other day that you laughed so at my theory of
soft sawder and human natur', don't it? They were pleasant days, warn't
they? I often think of them, and think of them with pleasure too. As I
was passing Halifax harbour, on my way hum in the 'Black Hawk,' the
wind fortunately came ahead, and thinks I to myself, I will put in there,
and pull foot1 for Windsor and see the Squire, give him my Journal,
and spend an hour or two with him once more. So here I am, at least
what is left of me, and dreadful glad I am to see you too; but as it is
about your dinner hour I will go and titivate up a bit, and then we will
have a dish of chat for desert, and cigars, to remind us of by-gones, as
we stroll through your shady walks here."
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