"I wish the Cap'n would invite old Greeley on board his boat in New
York," said the Gothamite, "and then run him off to Charleston. I'd give
ten thousand dollars towards paying expenses; that is, if they could do
what they was a mind to with him."
"I reckon a little more'n ten thousand dollars'd do it," grinned
Georgian First.
"They'd cut him up into little bits," pursued the New-Yorker.
"They'd worry him first like a cat does a mouse," added the Carolinian.
"I'd rather serve Beecher or--what's his name?--Cheever, that trick,"
observed Georgian Second. "It's the cussed parsons that's done all the
mischief. Who played that bower? Yours, eh? My deal."
"I want to smash up some of these dam' Black Republicans," resumed the
New-Yorker. "I want to see the North suffer some. I don't care, if New
York catches it. I own about forty thousand dollars' worth of property
in ---- Street, and I want to see the grass growing all round it.
Blasted, if I can get a hand any way!"
"I say, we should be in a tight place, if the forts went to firing now,"
suggested the Carolinian.
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