Incidents in the Life of a Pedlar.
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Fred Griswold was what might be called a speculating Pedlar. Born and brought up. as he had been, in Connecticut, he posses sed all that shrewd cunning and knowledge of mankind so essential to one of his calling, and for which the Yankees are so celebrated, he knew his men al a glance, and could guess the kind of goods man would want by the looks of his premises. He was not, however, as the reader may suppose, dea- Ter m wooden nutmegS, tin ware, brass clocks, os any thing of that naiiire, bu, regular travelling merchant, with 'litlle of every thing from a paper of pins 10 the most splendid bFoadcloshs.

 He was native of Connecticut, as was before stated, but lie had emgrated 10 the western part of New York, and settled in the town of C. =, which place he had made his head quarters, and from whence he made excursions into Pennsylvania, Virginia, Mary land, .&c. He had followed the profession from the age of fourteen, and his iavoriie policy was never to refuse anything man might ofier in payment of goods, trusting io his own ingenuity 10 dispose of the articles thus obtained to advantage; and he seldom lost money~on them

 At one time he was travelling with his load through new settlement n Ohio and stopped al neat locking log house. whose owner was at work, putting together one of those substitutes for a fence, known as a drHsh fence around his garden.

 'llallo, friend said Fred, do you wish to purchase any thing to-day y

 .Can'i,' said the man. pausing moment. T hav'nt any money-no,hing to pay with

 Q, never mihd,' replied Fred. in his usual blaHi tone, I'll lake most anything.'