LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY 163
1 You would n't think of wantin' more than ten dollars W that ar chap, seeing you must get him off yer hand, anyhow ? "
Haley shook his head, and spit impressively.
" That won't do, noways," he said, and began his smoking again.
" Well, stranger, what will you take ? "
" Well, now," said Haley, " I could raise that ar chap myself, or get him raised; he 's oncommon likely and healthy, and he 'd fetch a hundred dollars, six months hence ; and, in a year or two, he 'd bring two hundred, if I had him in the right spot; — so I shan't take a cent less nor fifty for him now."
" Oh, stranger! that 's rediculous, altogether," said the man.
" Fact! " said Haley, with a decisive nod of his head.
" I 11 give thirty for him," said the stranger, " but not a cent more."
" Now, I '11 tell ye what I will do," said Haley, spitting again, with renewed decision. " I '11 split the difference, and say forty-five; and that's the most I will do."
" Well, agreed ! " said the man, after an interval.
" Done ! " said Haley. " Where do you land ? "
" At Louisville," said the man.
" Louisville," said Haley. " Very fair, we get there about dusk. Chap will be asleep, — all fair, — get him off quietly, and no screaming, — happens beautiful, — I like to do everything quietly, — I hates all kind of agitation and fluster." And so, after a transfer of certain bills had passed from the man's pocket-book to the trader's, he resumed his cigar.
It was a bright, tranquil evening when the boat stopped at the wharf at Louisville. The woman had been sitting with her baby in her arms, now wrapped in a heavy sleep. When she heard the name of the place called out, she hastily laid the child down in a little cradle formed by the hollow among the boxes, first carefully spreading