The young lady courtesied at the close of her speech, which was so sensible and well
worded, and delivered with such grace and propriety, that everybody thought her fit to be
preceptress of the best academy in the State. But a stranger would have supposed that Mr.
Higginbotham was an object of abhorrence at Parker's Falls, and that a thanksgiving had
been proclaimed for his murder; so excessive was the wrath of the inhabitants on learning
their mistake. The millmen resolved to bestow public honors on Dominicus Pike, only
hesitating whether to tar and feather him, ride him on a rail, or refresh him with an ablution
at the town pump, on the top of which he had declared himself the bearer of the news. The
selectmen, by advice of the lawyer, spoke of prosecuting him for a misdemeanor, in
circulating unfounded reports, to the great disturbance of the peace of the Commonwealth.
Nothing saved Dominicus, either from mob law or a court of justice, but an eloquent appeal
made by the young lady in his behalf. Addressing a few words of heartfelt gratitude to his
benefactress, he mounted the green cart and rode out of town, under a discharge of artillery
from the school-boys, who found plenty of ammunition in the neighboring clay-pits and
mud holes. As he turned his head to exchange a farewell glance with Mr. Higginbotham's
niece, a ball, of the consistence of hasty pudding, hit him slap in the mouth, giving him a
most grim aspect. His whole person was so bespattered with the like filthy missiles, that he
had almost a mind to ride back, and supplicate for the threatened ablution at the town
pump; for, though not meant in kindness, it would now have been a deed of charity.
However, the sun shone bright on poor Dominicus, and the mud, an emblem of all stains of
undeserved opprobrium, was easily brushed off when dry. Being a funny rogue, his heart
soon cheered up; nor could he refrain from a hearty laugh at the uproar which his story had
excited. The handbills of the selectmen would cause the commitment of all the vagabonds
in the State; the paragraph in the Parker's Falls Gazette would be reprinted from Maine to
Florida, and perhaps form an item in the London newspapers; and many a miser would
tremble for his money bags and life, on learning the catastrophe of Mr. Higginbotham. The
pedlar meditated with much fervor on the charms of the young schoolmistress, and swore
that Daniel Webster never spoke nor looked so like an angel as Miss Higginbotham, while
defending him from the wrathful populace at Parker's Falls.
Dominicus was now on the Kimballton turnpike, having all along determined to visit that
place, though business had drawn him out of the most direct road from Morristown. As he
approached the scene of the supposed murder, he continued to revolve the circumstances in
his mind, and was astonished at the aspect which the whole case assumed. Had nothing
occurred to corroborate the story of the first traveller, it might now have been considered as
a hoax; but the yellow man was evidently acquainted either with the report or the fact; and
there was a mystery in his dismayed and guilty look on being abruptly questioned. When, to
this singular combination of incidents, it was added that the rumor tallied exactly with Mr.
Higginbotham's character and habits of life; and that he had an orchard, and a St. Michael's
pear-tree, near which he always passed at nightfall: the circumstantial evidence appeared so
strong that Dominicus doubted whether the autograph produced by the lawyer, or even the
niece's direct testimony, ought to be equivalent. Making cautious inquiries along the road,
the pedlar further learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful
character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy.
"May I be hanged myself," exclaimed Dominicus Pike aloud, on reaching the top of a lonely
hill, "if I'll believe old Higginbotham is unhanged till I see him with my own eyes, and hear
it from his own mouth! And as he's a real shaver, I'll have the minister or some other