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[Pinke C. <la...@ij...>]

Ther. By Gosh! Minister would talk, more sense in one day to Ireland,
than has been talked there since the rebellion; for common sense is a
word that don't grow like Jacob's ladder, in them diggins, I guess. It's
about, as stunted as Gineral Nichodemus Ott's corn was. "The Gineral was
takin' a ride with a southerner one day over his farm to Bangor in
Maine, to see his crops, fixin mill privileges and what not, and the
southerner was a turning up his nose at every thing amost, proper
scorney, and braggin' how things growed on his estate down south. At
last the Gineral's ebenezer began to rise, and he got as mad as a
hatter, and was intarmed to take a rise out of him. "'So,' says he,
'stranger,' says he, 'you talk about your Indgian corn, as if nobody
else raised any but yourself. Now I'll bet you a thousand dollars, I
have corn that's growd so wonderful, you can't reach the top of it a
standin' on your horse.' "'Done,' sais Southener, and 'Done,' sais the
General, and done it was. "'Now,' sais the Giniral, 'stand up on your
saddle like a circus rider, for the field is round that corner of the
wood there.' And the entire stranger stood up as stiff as a poker. 'Tall
corn, I guess,' sais he, 'if I can't reach it, any how, for I can e'en
a'most reach the top o' them trees. I think I feel them thousand dollars
of yourn, a marchin' quick step into my pocket, four deep. Reach your
corn, to be sure I will. Who the plague, ever see'd corn so tall, that a
man couldn't reach it a horseback.' "'Try it,' sais the Gineral, as he
led him into the field, where the corn was only a foot high, the land
was so monstrous, mean and so beggarly poor. "'Reach it,' sais the
Gineral. "'What a damned Yankee trick,' sais the Southener. 'What a take
in this is, ain't it?' and he leapt, and hopt, and jumped like a
snappin' turtle, h