“He said, down on Long Wharf there was a queer little feller—a cousin of his by the mother’s side—called Zedekiah Hales, who wasn’t more than four foot high, and had a hump jest between his shoulders. A hull squad of British officers got round Zedekiah, in State Street, and were laughing and poking all sorts of fun at him: he bore it, cause as how he couldn’t help it; one of them, a regular built dandy captain, lifting up his glass, said to him:
“ ‘You horrid little deformed critter, what’s that lump you’ve got on your shoulder?’
“Zedekiah turned round and looked at him for about a minute, and says he:
“ ‘It’s Bunker Hill, you tarnal fool, you.’ ”
| [7] | By G. H. Hill. |
IV.
THE GANDER-PULLING.
In the year ——, I resided in the city of Augusta, and upon visiting the Market-House one morning in that year, my attention was called to the following notice stuck upon one of the pillars of the building:
“ADVURTYSEMENT.
“Thos woo wish To be inform hearof, is hearof notyfide that edwd. Prator will Giv a Gander pullin’, jis this side of harisburg, on Satterday of thes pressent munth, to All woo mout wish to partak tharof.