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“I dunno where I heer’d it, but I know it’s true. I expected it long ago. I told Jones it’d come out so.”

“Why, Uncle Josh, you don’t pretend to say that Miller’s wife has run off with Bob Tape, Yardstick’s clark, do you?”

“Yes, I do, too; hain’t it been the talk of the neighborhood for a year past, that Miller’s wife and that feller–Bob Tape, were a leetle too thick?”

“Well, Uncle Josh,” says his neighbor Brown, “I don’t recollect anybody saying anything about it, but you, and for my part, I don’t believe a word of it.”

“Why, hain’t Miller’s wife gone?” says Uncle Josh.

“I don’t know–is she?” says Brown.

“Be sure she is; I went over to the store this morning, the fust thing, to see if Bob Tape was about–he wasn’t there–they said he’d gone to Boston on business for old Yardstick. O, ho! says I, and then I started for Heeltap’s shop; we had allers said how things would turn out. He was out, but seein’ me go to his shop, he came a runnin’, and says he:

“‘Uncle Josh, theer gone, sure enough!–I’ve been over to old Mammy Gabbles, and she sent her Suke over to Miller’s, on purtence of borrowin’ some lard, but told Suke to look around and see ef Miller’s wife wur about; by Nebbyknezer, Miller’s wife wur gone! Marm Gabbles couldn’t rest, so she sent back Suke, and told her to ax the children whare their marm wus; Miller hearing Suke, ordered her to scoot, so Suke left without hearing the facts in the case, as ‘Squire Black says.’

“But Heeltap swears, and I know Miller’s wife and Bob Tape have sloped, as they say in the papers.”

“Well,” says Brown, “I’m sorry if it’s true–I don’t believe a word of it tho’, and as it’s none of my business, I shall have nothing to say about it.”

Uncle Josh was one of those inordinate pests which almost every village, town and hamlet in the country is more or less accursed with. He was a great, tall, bony, sharp-nosed, grinning genius, who, being in possession of a small farm, with plenty of boys and girls to work it, did not do anything but eat, sleep and lounge around; a gatherer of scan, mag., a news and scandal-monger, a great guesser, and a stronger suspicioner, of everybody’s motives and intentions, and, of course, never imputed a good motive or movement to anybody.

You’ve seen those wretches, male and female, haven’t you, reader? Such people are great nuisances–half the discomforts of life are bred by them; they contaminate and poison the air they breathe, with their noisome breath, like the odor of the Upas tree.

Uncle Josh had annoyed many–he was the dread and disgust of seven-eighths of the town he lived in. He had caused more quarrels, smutted more characters, and created more ill-feeling between friends, neighbors and acquaintances, than all else beside in the community of Frogtown. Uncle Josh was voted a great bore by the men, and a sneaking, meddling old granny by the women. So, at last, the young women of the town did agree, that the very next time Uncle Josh carried, concocted, or circulated any slanderous or otherwise mischievous stories, they would duck him in the mill-race.

Now, Brown–old Mister Brown–was the very antipode of Uncle Josh; he was for always taking matters and things by the smoothest handle. Mister Brown never told tales, backbited or slandered anybody; everybody had a good word to say about Mister Brown, and Mister Brown had a good word to say about everybody. The gals thought it prudent to give old Mister Brown an inkling of their plans in regard to the disposition they intended to make of Uncle Josh; the old man laughed, and told them to go ahead, and to duck old Josh, and perhaps they would reform him.