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Mr. Dibble bolted through the door without another word and made directly for our store. âYou young scamp!â said he as he entered; âwhat did you mean by sending me over there to buy Russia?â
âI did not send you to buy Rushia; I supposed you were either a bachelor or widower and wanted to marry Rushia,â I replied, with a serious countenance.
âYou lie, you young dog, and you know it; but never mind, Iâll pay you off some day;â and taking his furs, he departed with less ill-humor than could have been expected under the circumstances.
Among our customers were three or four old Revolutionary pensioners, who traded out the amounts of their pensions before they were due, leaving their papers as security. One of these pensioners was old Bevans, commonly known as âUncle Bibbins,â a man who loved his glass and was very prone to relate romantic Revolutionary anecdotes and adventures, in which he, of course, was conspicuous. At one time he was in our debt, and though we held his pension papers, it would be three months before the money could be drawn. It was desirable to get him away for that length of time, and we hinted to him that it would be pleasant to make a visit to Guilford, where he had relations, but he would not go. Finally, I hit upon a plan which âmovedâ him.
A journeyman hatter, named Benton, who was fond of a practical joke, was let into the secret, and was persuaded to call âUncle Bibbinsâ a coward, to tell him that he had been wounded in the back, and thus to provoke a duel, which he did, and at my suggestion âUncle Bibbinsâ challenged Benton to fight him with musket and ball at a distance of twenty yards. The challenge was accepted, I was chosen second by âUncle Bibbins,â and the duel was to come off immediately. My principal, taking me aside, begged me to put nothing in the guns but blank cartridges. I assured him it should be so, and therefore that he might feel perfectly safe. This gave the old man extra courage; he declared that he had not been so long in bloody battles âfor nothing,â and that he would put a bullet through Bentonâs heart at the first shot.
The ground was measured in the lot at the rear of our store, and the principals and seconds took their places. At the word given both parties fired. âUncle Bibbins,â of course, escaped unhurt, but Benton leaped several feet into the air, and fell upon the ground with a dreadful yell, as if he had been really shot. âUncle Bibbinsâ was frightened. As his second, I ran to him, told him I had neglected to extract the bullet from his gun (which was literally true, as there was no bullet in it to extract), and he supposed, of course, he had killed his adversary. I then whispered to him to go immediately to Guilford, to keep quiet, and he should hear from me as soon as it would be safe to do so. He started up the street on a run, and immediately quit the town for Guilford, where he kept himself quiet until it was time for him to return and sign his papers. I then wrote him that âhe could return in safety; that his adversary had recovered from his wound, and now forgave him all, as he felt himself much to blame for having insulted a man of his known courage.â
âUncle Bibbinsâ returned, signed the papers, and we obtained the pension money. A few days thereafter he met Benton.
âMy brave old friend,â said Benton, âI forgive you my terrible wound and long confinement on the brink of the grave, and I beg you to forgive me also. I insulted you without a cause.â
âI forgive you freely,â said âUncle Bibbinsâ; âbut,â he added, âyou must be careful next time how you insult a dead shot.â
Benton promised to be more circumspect in future, and âUncle Bibbinsâ supposed to the day of his death that the duel, wound, danger, and all, were matters of fact.
III In Business for MyselfMy Clerkship in Brooklynâ âUneasiness and Dissatisfactionâ âThe Small Poxâ âGoing Home to Recruitâ ââChairyâ Hallett Againâ âBack to Brooklynâ âOpening a Porterhouseâ âSelling Outâ âMy Clerkship in New Yorkâ âMy Habitsâ âObservance of Sundayâ âIn Bethel Once Moreâ âBeginning Business on My Own Accountâ âOpening Dayâ âLarge Sales and Great Profitsâ âThe Lottery Businessâ âViews Thereonâ âAbout a Pocketbookâ âWits and Wagsâ âSwearing Out a Fineâ âFirst Appearance at the Barâ âSecuring âArabianââ âA Model Love-Letter.
Mr. Oliver Taylor removed from Danbury to Brooklyn, Long Island, where he kept a grocery store and also had a large comb factory and a comb store in New York. In the fall of 1826 he offered me a situation as clerk in his Brooklyn store, and I accepted it. I soon became conversant with the routine of my employerâs business and before long he entrusted to me the purchasing of all goods for his store. I bought for cash entirely, going into the lower part of New York City in search of the cheapest market for groceries, often attending auctions of teas, sugars, molasses, etc., watching the sales, noting prices and buyers, and frequently combining with other grocers to bid off large lots, which we subsequently divided, giving each of us the quantity wanted at a lower rate than if the goods had passed into other hands, compelling us to pay another profit.
Situated as I was, and well treated as I was by my employer, who manifested great interest in me, still I was dissatisfied. A salary was not sufficient for me. My disposition was of that speculative character which refused to be satisfied unless I was engaged in some business where my profits might be enhanced, or, at least, made to depend upon my energy, perseverance, attention to business, tact, and âcalculation.â Accordingly, as I had no opportunity to speculate on my own account, I became uneasy, and, young as I was, I began to
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