Homeward Bound - or, the Chase by James Fenimore Cooper
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"I would have made oath to it," cried the captain, "from your well-established humility. Is the place as large as London?" "It can boast of little more than my own office, a tavern, a store, and a blacksmith's shop, captain, as yet; but Rome was not built in a day." "Your neighbours, sir, must be people of extraordinary discernment; but the name?" "That is not absolutely decided. At first it was called Dodgetown, but this did not last long, being thought vulgar and common-place. Six or eight weeks afterwards, we--" "We, Mr. Dodge!" "I mean the people, sir,--I am so much accustomed to connect myself with the people, that whatever they do, I think I had a hand in." "And very properly, sir," observed John Effingham, "as probably without you, there would have been no people at all." "What may be the population of Dodgetown, sir?" asked the persevering captain, on this hint. "At the census of January, it was seventeen; but by the census of March, there were eighteen. I have made a calculation that shows, if we go on at this rate, or by arithmetical progression, it will be a hundred in about ten years, which will be a very respectable population for a country place. I beg pardon, sir, the people six or eight weeks afterwards, |
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