fierce appearance； perfectly in keeping with the whole air of his physiognomy。 In the head and face every organ and lineament expressive of brutal and unhesitating violence was in a state of the highest possible development。 Indeed； could our readers fancy a bull…dog come unto man’s estate； and walking about in a hat and coat； they would have no unapt idea of the general style and effect of his physique。 He was acomompanied by a travelling companion； in many respects an exact contrast to himself。 He was short and slender； lithe and catlike in his motions； and had a peering； mousing expression about his keen black eyes； with which every feature of his face seemed sharpened into sympathy； his thin； long nose； ran out as if it was eager to bore into the nature of things in general； his sleek； thin； black hair was stuck eagerly forward； and all his motions and evolutions expressed a dry； cautious acuteness。 The great man poured out a big tumbler half full of raw spirits； and gulped it down without a word。 The little man stood tiptoe； and putting his head first to one side and then the other； and snuffing considerately in the directions of the various bottles； ordered at last a mint julep； in a thin and quivering voice； and with an air of great circumspection。 When poured out； he took it and looked at it with a sharp； complacent air； like；a man who thinks he has done about the right thing； and hit the nail on the head； and proceeded to dispose of it in short and well…advised sips。
“Wal； now； who’d a thought this yer luck ’ad come to me？ Why； Loker； how are ye？” said Haley； coming forward； and extending his hand to the big man。
“The devil！” was the civil reply。 “What brought you here； Haley？”
The mousing man； who bore the name of Marks； instantly stopped his sipping； and； poking his head forward； looked shrewdly on the new acquaintance； as a cat sometimes looks at a moving dry leaf； or some other possible object of pursuit。
“I say； Tom； this yer’s the luckiest thing in the world。 I’m in a devil of a hobble； and you must help me out。”
“Ugh？ aw！ like enough！” grunted his complacent acquaintance。 “A body may be pretty sure of that； when you’re glad to see ’em； something to be made off of ’em。 What’s the blow now？”
“You’ve got a friend here？” said Haley； looking doubtfully at Marks； “partner； perhaps？”
“Yes； I have。 Here； Marks！ here’s that ar feller that I was in with in Natchez。”
“Shall be pleased with his acquaintance；” said Marks； thrusting out a long； thin hand； like a raven’s claw。 “Mr。 Haley； I believe？”
“The same； sir；” said Haley。 “And now； gentlemen； seein’ as we’ve met so happily； I think I’ll stand up to a small matter of a treat in this here parlor。 So； now； old coon；” said he to the man at the bar； “get us hot water； and sugar； and cigars； and plenty of the real stuff and we’ll have a blow…out。”
Behold； then； the candles lighted； the fire stimulated to the burning point in the grate； and our three worthies seated round a table； well spread with all the acomessories to good fellowship enumerated before。
Haley began a pathetic recital of his peculiar troubles。 Loker shut up his mouth； and listened to him with gruff and surly attention。 Marks； who was anxiously and with much fidgeting compounding a tumbler of punch to his own peculiar taste； ocomasionally looked up from his employment； and； poking his sharp nose and chin almost into Haley’s face； gave the most earnest heed to the whole narrative。 The conclusion of it appeared to amuse him extremely； for he shook his shoulders and sides in silence； and perked up his thin lips with an air of great internal enjoyment。
“So； then； ye’r fairly sewed up； an’t ye？” he said； “he！ he！ he！ It’s neatly done； too。”
“This yer young…un business makes lots of trouble in the trade；” said Haley； dolefully。
“If we could get a breed of gals that didn’t care； now； for their young uns；” said Marks； “tell ye； I think ’t would be ’bout the greatest mod’rn improvement I knows on；”—and Marks patronized his joke by a quiet introductory sniggle。
“Jes so；” said Haley； “I never couldn’t see into it； young uns is heaps of trouble to ’em； one would think； now； they’d be glad to get clar on ’em； but they arn’t。 And the more trouble a young un is； and the more good for nothing； as a gen’l thing； the tighter they sticks to ’em。”
“Wal； Mr。 Haley；” said Marks； “’est pass the hot water。 Yes； sir； you say ’est what I feel and all’us have。 Now； I bought a gal once； when I was in the trade；—a tight； likely wench she was； too； and quite considerable smart；—and she had a young un that was mis’able sickly； it had a crooked back； or something or other； and I jest gin ’t away to a man that thought he’d take his chance raising on ’t； being it didn’t cost nothin’；—never thought； yer know； of the gal’s taking’ on about it；—but； Lord； yer oughter seen how she went on。 Why； re’lly； she did seem to me to valley the child more ’cause ’t was sickly and cross； and plagued her； and she warn’t making b’lieve； neither；—cried about it； she did； and lopped round； as if she’d lost every friend she had。 It re’lly was droll to think on ’t。 Lord； there ain’t no end to women’s notions。”
“Wal； jest so with me；” said Haley。 “ summer； down on Red river； I got a gal traded off on me； with a likely lookin’ child enough； and his eyes looked as bright as yourn； but； come to look； I found him stone blind。 Fact—he was stone blind。 Wal； ye see； I thought there warn’t no harm in my jest passing him along； and not sayin’ nothin’； and I’d got him nicely swapped off for a keg o’ whiskey； but come to get him away from the gal； she was jest like a tiger。 So ’t was before we started； and I hadn’t got my gang chained up； so what should she do but ups on a cotton…bale； like a cat； ketches a knife from one of the deck hands； and； I tell ye； she made all fly for a minit； till she saw ’t wan’t no use； and she jest turns round； and pitches head first； young un and all； into the river；—went down plump； and never ris。”
“Bah！” said Tom Loker； who had listened to these stories with ill…repressed disgust；—“shif’less； both on ye！ my gals don’t cut up no such shines； I tell ye！”
“Indeed！ how do you help it？” said Marks； briskly。
“Help it？ why； I buys a gal； and if she’s got a young un to be sold； I jest walks up and puts my fist to her face； and says； ‘Look here； now； if you give me one word out of your head； I’ll smash yer face in。 I won’t hear one word—not the beginning of a word。’ I says to ’em； ‘This yer young un’s mine； and not yourn； and you’ve no kind o’ business with it。 I’m going to sell it； first chance； mind； you don’t cut up none o’ yer shines about it； or I’ll make ye wish ye’d never been born。’ I tell ye； they sees it an’t no play； when I gets hold。 I makes ’em as whist as fishes； and if one on ’em begins and gives a yelp； why；—” and Mr。 Loker brought down his fist with a thump that fully explained the hiatus。
“That ar’s what ye may call emphasis；” said Marks； poking Haley in the side； and going into another small giggle。 “An’t Tom peculiar？ he！ he！ I say； Tom； I s’pect you make ’e