The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 01

  CHAPTER VI. SMALL POTATOES AND FEW IN A HILL.

  "Pray Sir," said one of my fellow passengers, "can you tell me why theNova Scotians are called 'Blue-noses?'"

  "It is the name of a potatoe," said I, "which they produce in greatperfection, and boast to be the best in the world. The Americans have,in consequence, given them the nick-name of "Blue-noses.'"

  "And now," said Mr. Slick," as you have told the entire stranger, _who_a Blue-nose is, I'll jist up and tell him _what_ he is.

  "One day, Stranger, I was a joggin' along into Windsor on Old Clay, ona sort of butter and eggs' gait (for a fast walk on a journey tires ahorse considerable), and who should I see a settin' straddle legs "onthe fence, but Squire Gabriel Soogit, with his coat off, a holdin' ofa hoe in one hand, and his hat in t'other, and a blowin' like a porpusproper tired.

  "'Why, Squire Gabe,' sais I, 'what is the matter of you? you look as ifyou couldn't help yourself; who is dead and what is to pay now, eh?'

  "'Fairly beat out,' said he, 'I am shockin' tired. I've been hard atwork all the mornin'; a body has to stir about considerable smart inthis country, to make a livin', I tell you.'

  "I looked over the fence, and I seed he had hoed jist ten hills ofpotatoes, and that's all. Fact I assure you.

  "Sais he, 'Mr. Slick, tell you what, _of all the work I ever did in mylife I like hoein' potatoes the best, and I'd rather die than do that,it makes my back ache so_."

  "'Good airth" and seas,' sais I to myself, 'what a parfect pictur of alazy man that is! How far is it to Windsor?'

  "'Three miles,' sais he. I took out my pocket-book purtendin' to writedown the distance, but I booked his sayin' in my way-bill.

  "Yes, _that_ is a _Blue-nose_; is it any wonder, Stranger, he _is smallpotatoes and few in a hill_?"