Brown was full of good intentions, but “pleaded debility of the pocket, which, under heavy depletion, was rather low.”
Green was a little vivacious, and “suggested a new cross-cut.”
Grubemout was pleased with the idea, and hinted at “a new installment.”
Uptosnuff had “missed the stage, and was unable to get down to the meeting.”
Wilkins, in answer to a pressing invitation to “come in,” was “busy selling goods.”
Sharp would not attend—“he had never had any thing to do with the rascally copper, and found his real estate bad enough just now.”
Flat “had enough of copper stock—it was not very heavy, to be sure, having rather a tendency to dissolve into air, its original element, but he was satisfied.”
The Stock grew feebler after consultation, as patients are apt to, in critical cases, from want of remedy.
The Bulls looked surly, as if they had been disappointed in pasture.
The Bears were as frisky as it is possible to be on a frosty morning, and were so much in their own element, that you looked involuntarily around for floating icebergs—and copper in this temperature of the atmosphere sunk into a torpor.