There's scarcely a smith or a wright or a cobbler between the James and the Potomac.

If I want a bed to lie in, I have to wait till the coming of the tobacco convoy, and go down to the wharves and pay a hundred pounds of sweet-scented for a thing you would buy in the Candleriggs for twenty shillings.

How, in God's name, is a farmer to live if he has to pay usury for every plough and spade and yard of dimity!" "Remember you're speaking to a merchant," I said.

"You've told me the very thing to encourage me.

If prices are high, it's all the better for me." "It would be," he said grimly, "if your name werena what it is, and you came from elsewhere than the Clyde.