Let any man give me any sarce in England, about my country, or not give me the right _po_-sition in society, as Attache to our Legation, and, as Cooper says, I'll become belligerent, too, I will, I snore.

I can snuff a candle with a pistol as fast as you can light it; hang up an orange, and I'll first peel it with ball and then quarter it.

Heavens! I'll let daylight dawn through some o' their jackets, I know.
"Jube, you infarnal black scoundrel, you odoriferous nigger you, what's that you've got there ?" "An apple, massa." "Take off your cap and put that apple on your head, then stand sideways by that port-hole, and hold steady, or you might stand a smart chance to have your wool carded, that's all." Then taking a pistol out of the side-pocket of his mackintosh, he deliberately walked over to the other side of the deck, and examined his priming.
"Good heavens, Mr.Slick!" said I in great alarm, "what are you about ?" "I am goin'," he said with the greatest coolness, but at the same time with equal sternness, "to bore a hole through that apple, Sir." "For shame! Sir," I said.

"How can you think of such a thing?
Suppose you were to miss your shot, and kill that unfortunate boy ?" "I won't suppose no such thing, Sir.

I can't miss it.