Well, the English brags so like niggers, I thought I'd prove 'em, and set 'em off on their old trade jist for fun.

So, says I, stranger captain, sais I, is all these forks and spoons, and plates and covers, and urns, and what nots, rael genu_wine_ solid silver, the clear thing, and no mistake.

'Sartainly,' said he, 'we have nothin' but silver here.' He did, upon my soul, just as cool, as if it was all true; well you can't tell a mili_tary_ what he sais ain't credible, or you have to fight him.

It's considered ongenteel, so I jist puts my finger on my nose, and winks, as much as to say, 'I ain't such a cussed fool as you take me to be, I can tell you.' "When he seed I'd found him out, he larfed like any thing.

Guess he found that was no go, for I warn't born in the woods to be scared by an owl, that's a fact.