afore
breakfast, in Cincinnatty, than would burst this buildin' clean open!"

"You don't tell me so?"

"By gravy, I deu, though. You hain't never been in Cincinnatty?"

"I said not."

"Never in a Pork-haouse?"

"Never."

"Wall, yeou've hearn tell--of Ohio, I reckon?"

"Oh, yes! got a daughter living out there," was the answer.

"Yeou don't say so?"

"I have, in Urbana, or near it," said the old gent.

"Urbanny! Great kingdom! why I know teu men living aout there; one's
trading, t'other's keepin' school; may be yeou know 'em--Sampson
Wheeler's one, Jethro Jones's t'other. Jethro's a cousin of mine; his
fa'ther, no, his _mother_ married--'tain't no matter; my name's
Small,--Appogee Small, and I was talkin'----"

"About the hog crop, Cincinnatty Pork-houses."

"Ye-a-a-s; wall, I went eout West last fall, stopped at Cincinnatty--teu
weeks. Dreadful nice place; by gravy, they do deu business there; beats
Salvation haow they go it on steamboats--bust ten a day and build six!"

"Is it possible?" says the old gent; "but the hogs----"

"Deu beat all. I went up to the Pork-haouses;--fus thing you meet is a
string--'bout a mile long, of big and little critters, greasy and sassy
as sin; buckets and bags full of scraps, tails, ears, snaouts and ribs
of hogs. Foller up this line and yeou come to the Pork-haouses, and yeou
go in, if they let yeou, and they did me, so in I went, teu an almighty
large haouse--big as all aout doors, and a feller steps up to me and
says he:--

"'Yeou're a stranger, I s'pose?'

"'Yeou deu?' says I.

"'Ye-a-a-s,' says he, 'I s'pose so,' and I up and said I was.

"'Wall,' says he, 'ef you want to go over the haouse, we'll send a
feller with you!'

"So I went with the feller, and he took me way back, daown stairs--aout
in a lot; a-a-a-nd everlastin' sin! yeou should jist seen the
hogs--couldn't caount 'em in three weeks!"

"Good gracious!" exclaims the old gent.

"Fact, by gravy! Sech squealin', kickin' and goin' on; sech cussin' and
hollerin', by the fellers pokin' 'em in at one eend of the lot and
punchin' on 'em aout at t'other! Sech a smell of hogs and fat,
_brissels_ and hot water, I swan _teu_ pucker, I never did cal'late on,
afore!

"Wall, as fast as they driv' 'em in by droves, the fellers kept a
craowdin' 'em daown towards the Pork-haouse; there two fellers kept a
shootin' on 'em daown, and a hull gang of the all-firedest dirty,
greasy-looking fellers _aout_--stuck 'em,