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find his property. Every thing on the map was as fair and even as possible, while all the grounds about him were as undulated as they could well be imagined, and there was an elbow of the East-river thrusting itself quite into the ribs of the land, which seemed to have no business there. This puzzled the Frenchman exceedingly; and being a stranger in those parts, he called to a farmer in an adjacent field.
"Mon ami, are you acquaint vid dis part of de country-eh?”
“Yes, I was born here, and know every inch of it."
"Ah, c'est bien, dat vill do," and the Frenchman got out of the gig, tied the horse, and produced his lithographic map.
“Den maybe you vill have de kindness to show me de sixty lot vich I have bought, vid de valuarble vatare
privalege?” were no bidders. At last he caught the eye of The farmer glanced his eye over the paper. Monsieur Poopoo. “Did you say one hundred, sir? “Yes, sir, with pleasure ; if you will be good Beautiful lots-valuable water privileges—shall I enough to get into my boat I will row you out to say one hundred for you ?”
them!” *** Oui, Monsieur ; I will give you one hundred dol- “Vat dat you say, sare?” lars a piece, for de lot vid de valuarble vatare priv- “My friend,” said the farmer, “this section of alege ; c'est ça."
Long Island has recently been bought up by the "Only one hundred a piece for these sixty valua- speculators of New York, and laid out for a great ble lots-only one hundred-going-going-going city; but the principal street is only visible at low -gone!”
tide. When this part of the East river is filled up, Monsieur Poopoo was the fortunate possessor. it will be just there. Your lots, as you will perceive, The auctioneer congratulated him—the sale closed are beyond it; and are now all under water. —and the company dispersed.
At first the Frenchman was incredulous. He "Pardonnez moi, monsieur," said Poopoo, as the could not believe his senses. As the facts, however, auctioneer descended his pedestal, “ you shall ex- gradually broke upon him, he shut one eye, squinted cusez moi, if I shall go to votre bureau, your count- obliquely at the heavens—the river—the farmering-house, ver quick to make every ting sure wid and then he turned away and squinted at them all respec to de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege. over again! There was his purchase sure enough; Von leetle bird in de hand he vorth two in de tree, but then it could not be perceived for there was a c'est vrai-eh?"
river flowing over it! He drew a box from his "Certainly, sir.
waistcoat pocket, opened it, with an emphatic knock "Vell den, allons."
upon the lid, took a pinch of snuff and restored it to And the gentlemen repaired to the counting-house, his waiscoat pocket as before. Poopoo was eviwhere the six thousand dollars were paid, and the dently in trouble, having “thoughts which often lie deeds of the property delivered. Monsieur Poopoo too deep för tears; and, as his grief was also too put these carefully in his pocket, and as he was big for words, he untied his horse, jumped into his about taking his leave, the auctioneer made him a gig, and returned to the auctioneer in hot haste. present of the lithographic outline of the lots, which It was near night when he arrived at the auctionwas a very liberal thing on his part, considering the room—his horse in a foam and himself in a fury. map was a beautiful specimen of that glorious art. The auctioneer was leaning back in his chair, with Poopoo could not admire it sufficiently. There were his legs stuck out of a low window, quietly smoking his sixty lots as uniform as possible, and his little his cigar after the labors of the day, and humming grey eyes sparkled like diamonds as they wandered the music from the last new opera. from one end of the spacious sheet to the other. "Monsieur, I have much plaisir to fin you, chez
Poopoo's heart was as light as a feather, and he vouz, at home.” snapped his fingers in the very wantonness of joy as " Ah, Poopoo! glad to see you. Take a seat, old he repaired to Delmonico's, and ordered the first boy." good French dinner that had gladdened his palate But I shall not take de seat, sare.” since his arrival in America.
“No-why, what's the matter?” After having discussed his repast, and washed it “Oh, beaucoup de matter. I have been to see de down with a bottle of choice old claret, he resolved gran lot vot you sell me to-day." upon a visit to Long-Island to view his purchase. “Well, sir, I hope you like your purchase ?” He consequently immediately hired a horse and gig, “No, monsieur, I no like him." crossed the Brooklyn ferry, and drove along the “I'm sorry for it; but there is no ground for your margin of the river to the Wallabout, the location complaint." in question.
"No, sare; dare is no ground at all—de ground Our friend, however, was not a little perplexed to is all vatare!'”