ighlanders."

"D'ye hear that, you Sambo? You orter go and git draafted inter that
corpse, and go araound breakin' the wimmin's hyearts in a cullud flannel
petticut."

"There are no negroes, sir, in the Black Watch," interposed the
corporal.

"See heah, yoh Yankee Canajiun," answered Mr. Maguffin with feeling,
"fo' de law ob this yeah kintry I'se jess es good a man as yoh is. So
yoh jess keep yoh Samboo in yoh mouf atter this. Specks yoh'se got a
mighty low down name yohsef if t'was ony knowed by respeckable pussons."

"My name, Mr. Julius Sneezer Disgustus Quackenboss, my name is Pawkins,
great grandson of Hercules Leonidas Pawkins, as was briggidier ginral
and aijicamp to George Washington, when he drummed the haousehold
trooeps, and the hull o' the derned British army, out'n Noo Yohk to the
toon o' 'Yankee Doodle.'"

The constable turned pale, shivered all over, and swayed about in his
chair, almost frightening the mendacious Yankee by the sight of the
mischief his words had wrought. Tryphena, however, quickly filled the
shocked corporal a hot cup of tea, and mutely pressed him to drink it.
He took off the tea at a gulp, set down the cup with a steady hand, and,
looking Mr. Pawkins in the face, said: "I regret, sir, to have to say
the word; but, sir, you are a liar."

"That's true as death, consterble," remarked Timotheus, who did not
share the hostile feelings of Sylvanus towards Corporal Rigby; "true as
death, and the boys, they ducked him in the crick for't, but they's no
washin' the lies out'n his jaws."

Mr. Pawkins looked as fierce as it was possible for a man with a merry
twinkle in his eyes to look, and roared, "Consterble, did you mean that,
or did you only say it fer fun like?"

Mr Rigby, glaring defiance, answered, "I meant it."

"Oh waall," responded the Yankee Canadian, mildly, "that's all right;
because I want you to know that I don't allaow folks to joke with me
that way. If you meant it, that's a different thing."

"What your general character may be, I do not know. As for your remarks
on the British army, they are lies."

"I guess, consterble, you ain't up in the histry of the United States of
Ameriky, or you'd know as your Ginral Clinton was drummed aout o' Noo
Yohk to the toon o' 'Yankee Doodle.'"

"I know, sir, that a mob of Hanoverians and Hessians, whom the Americans
could not drive out, evacuated New York, in consequence of a treaty of
peace. If your general, as you call him, Was