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of the accident, and the Yankee's Bible-oath that he was no land-hunter.
Months afterward, I met this same Yankee on the Levee in New-Orleans, and he declared to me that when he had closed out his venture of notions—which did n't take in them parts—he would go home to Varmount, and never, as long as he lived, would he eat fat pork for supper, or go to sleep in a strange garret without first looking under the bed.
