“Thet was all they’d fetch—offer ’em when an’ wheer we would. In coorse, we wan’t fools enough to take thet—the dernationed pegs hed cost us more in Bosting!”
“Divil a doubt ov it? But fwhat did yez do wid ’em, anyhow?”
“We-ell, Mister Tigg, we weer cleer beat at fust; an’ didn’t know what to do—neyther me’r my pertner. But arter takin’ a good think over it, I seed a way o’ gitting out o’ the scrape—leestwise ’ithout sech a loss as sellin’ the pegs at twenty-five cents the bushel. I seed a chence o’ gitting rid o’ them at fifty cents.”
“Arrah, now! in fwhat way, comrade?”
“You’ve seed boot-pegs, I recking, Mister Tigg?”
“An’ shure I hiv. Aren’t they the same that’s in these suttlers’ brogues we’ve got on—bad luck to them?”
“Jess the same—only whitier when they air new.”
“Be japers! I think I remimber seein’ a barrel full ov thim in New Yark.”
“Very certing it were them—they air usooaly packed in berr’ls. Can you think o’ anything they looked like?”
“Wil, in troth, they looked more loike oats than anything I can recollect. Shure they did look moighty like oats!”