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| CERTAINLY A PREDICAMENT.
A FEW nights since, a tall, eccentric personage was observed, by the tenants of the cabin of one of the Albany boats, to perform sundry strange evolutions, garnished by a variety of hops, skips, and jumps which betokened anything but a sane mind in the performer. The movement of this personage betrayed trouble and pain, and they were at last so perfectly distressing to the beholders that a consultation was held and a committee of three appointed to inquire into the cause of the stranger’s unaccountable movements. With due caution the deputies approached their man, while the others gathered around within earshot to witness whatever “tale” might be “unfolded.” The committee stated their reasons for troubling him with what might be deemed impertinent interrogatories, and concluded their remarks by requesting to know the reason of his apparent perplexity, and whether or not they could render him any aid. “Well,” said the stranger, who was a Yankee, and who spoke in the most solemn accent, while his face evidence a deal of pent-up sorrow, “Well, I don’t know but you might help a feller a little. – I’m in a heap of pain – bothered like sixty! I’m in a predicament.” The ears of the entire party were distended, and mouths perceptibly parted to wonder-width. “In a predicament,” said one of the trio, “pray, what is it? We feel desirous of alleviating any misfortune that may have befallen you.” “That’s clever,” said the Yankee. The cabin was cleared in about the space of a minute. Main Menu - Shop Online - Email Us
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