Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . old Jones; youll ginhim the poll evil; but jist let me on girth the saddle, and well gityou loose in no time. In short, the saddle was unbuckled, and Sam dismounted withhis feet still fast in the stirrups, looking like a criminal in foot-hopples. With some labor he pulled off his boots, squeezed themout of the stirrups, and pulled them on again. The tender Sallystood by, all the while manifesting the kindest concern; andwhen he was finally extricated, she took his arm and wal
Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . old Jones; youll ginhim the poll evil; but jist let me on girth the saddle, and well gityou loose in no time. In short, the saddle was unbuckled, and Sam dismounted withhis feet still fast in the stirrups, looking like a criminal in foot-hopples. With some labor he pulled off his boots, squeezed themout of the stirrups, and pulled them on again. The tender Sallystood by, all the while manifesting the kindest concern; andwhen he was finally extricated, she took his arm and walked himinto church. But this unlucky adventure was too much forSam; he sneaked out of meeting during the first prayer, pulledoff his boots, and rode home in his stockings. From that time* Sam Bates disappeared from society. Lit-erally and metaphorically, he shut up shop and hung up his fid-dle. He did not take to liquor, like a fool, but took to his axe,and cleared I dont know how many acres of rugged, heavy-tim-bered land, thet-eby increasing the value of his tract to the amountof several hundred dollars. > /. SHUTTING UP SHOP. Sally indirectly sent him divers civil messages, intimatingthat she took no account of that little accident at the meeting- 206 POETE CRAYON AND HIS COUSINS. house, and at length ventured on a direct present of a pair of grayyarn stockings, knit with her own hands. But, while every eiFortto win him back to the world was unsuccessful, the yarn stockingswere a great comfort in his self-imposed exile. Sam wore themcontinually, not on his feet, as some matter-of-fact booby mightsuppose, but in his bosom; and often, during the intervals of hiswork in the lonely clearing, would he draw them out and pon-der on them until a big tear gathered in his eye. Oh, SallyJones! Sally Jones! if I had only had the spunk to have court-ed ye Saturday night, instead of waiting till Sunday morning,things might have been different! and then he would pick uphis axe, and whac
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