"Here 'm massa Archer back again--massa ben well, I spect--"
"Well--to be sure I have, Sam," cried Harry. "How's old Poll? Bid her
come up to Draw's to-morrow night--I've got a red and yellow frock for
her--a deuce of a concern!"
"Ya ha! yah ha ha yaah!" and amid a most discordant chorus of African
merriment, we passed by a neat farm-house shaded by two glorious locusts
on the right, and a new red brick mansion, the pride of the village,
with a flourishing store on the left--and wheeled up to the famous Tom
Draw's tavern--a long white house with a piazza six feet wide, at the
top of eight steep steps, and a one-story kitchen at the end of it; a
pump with a gilt pineapple at the top of it, and horse-trough, a wagon
shed and stable sixty feet long; a sign-post with an indescribable
female figure swinging upon it, and an ice house over the way!
Such was the house, before which we pulled up just as the sun was
setting, amid a gabbling of ducks, a barking of terriers, mixed with the
deep bay of two or three large heavy fox-hounds which had been lounging
about in the shade, and a peal of joyous welcome from all beings,
quadruped or biped, within hearing.
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