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The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes.  1906.
Vols. I–V: American
 
Baked Beans and Culture
By Eugene Field (1850–1895)
 
THE MEMBERS of the Boston Commercial Club are charming gentlemen. They are now the guests of the Chicago Commercial Club, and are being shown every attention that our market affords. They are a fine-looking lot, well-dressed and well-mannered, with just enough whiskers to be impressive without being imposing.  1
  “This is a darned likely village,” said Seth Adams last evening. “Everybody is rushin’ ’round an’ doin’ business as if his life depended on it. Should think they’d git all tuckered out ’fore night, but I’ll be darned if there ain’t jest as many folks on the street after nightfall as afore. We’re stoppin’ at the Palmer tavern, an’ my chamber is up so all-fired high that I can count your meetin’-house steeples from the winder.”  2
  Last night five or six of these Boston merchants sat around the office of the hotel and discussed matters and things. Pretty soon they got to talking about beans; this was the subject which they dwelt on with evident pleasure.  3
  “Waal, sir,” said Ephraim Taft, a wholesale dealer in maple sugar and flavored lozenges, “you kin talk ’bout your new-fashioned dishes an’ high-falutin’ vittles; but when you come right down to it, there ain’t no better eatin’ than a dish o’ baked pork ’n’ beans.”  4
  “That’s so, b’gosh!” chorused the others.  5
  “The truth o’ the matter is,” continued Mr. Taft, “that beans is good for everybody—’t don’t make no difference whether he’s well or sick. Why, I’ve known a thousand folks—waal, mebbe not quite a thousand; but—waal, now, jest to show, take the case of Bill Holbrook: you remember Bill, don’t ye?”  6
  “Bill Holbrook?” said Mr. Ezra Eastman; “why, of course I do! Used to live down to Brimfield, next to the Moses Howard farm.”  7
  “That’s the man,” resumed Mr. Taft. “Waal, Bill fell sick—kinder moped ’round, tired-like, for a week or two, an’ then tuck to his bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith—ol’ Dock Smith that used to carry a pair o’ leather saddle-bags. Gosh, they don’t have no sech doctors nowadays! Waal, the dock he come; an’ he looked at Bill’s tongue, an’ felt uv his pulse, an’ said that Bill had typhus fever. Ol’ Dock Smith was a very careful, conserv’tive man, an’ he never said nothin’ unless he knowed he was right.  8
  “Bill began to git wuss, an’ he kep’ a-gittin’ wuss every day. One mornin’ ol’ Dock Smith sez, ‘Look a-here, Bill, I guess you’re a goner: as I figger it, you can’t hol’ out till nightfall.’  9
  “Bill’s mother insisted on a con-sul-tation bein’ held; so ol’ Dock Smith sent over for young Dock Brainerd. I calc’late that, next to ol’ Dock Smith, young Dock Brainerd was the smartest doctor that ever lived.  10
  “Waal, pretty soon along come Dock Brainerd; an’ he an’ Dock Smith went all over Bill, an’ looked at his tongue, an’ felt uv his pulse, an’ told him it was a gone case, an’ that he had got to die. Then they went on into the spare chamber to hold their con-sul-tation.  11
  “Waal, Bill he lay there in the front room a-pantin’ an’ a-gaspin’, an’ a wond’rin’ whether it wuz true. As he wuz thinkin’, up comes the girl to git a clean table-cloth out of the clothes-press, an’ she left the door ajar as she come in. Bill he gave a sniff, an’ his eyes grew more natural like; he gathered together all the strength he had, an’ he raised himself up on one elbow an’ sniffed again.  12
  “‘Sary,’ says he, ‘wot’s that a-cookin’?’  13
  “‘Beans,’ says she; ‘beans for dinner.’  14
  “‘Sary,’ says the dyin’ man, ‘I must hev a plate uv them beans!’  15
  “‘Sakes alive, Mr. Holbrook!’ says she; ‘if you wuz to eat any o’ them beans it’d kill ye!’  16
  “‘If I’ve got to die,’ says he, ‘I’m goin’ to die happy; fetch me a plate uv them beans.’  17
  “Waal, Sary she pikes off to the doctor’s.  18
  “‘Look a-here,’ says she; ‘Mr. Holbrook smelt the beans cookin’, an’ he says he’s got to have some. Now, what shall I do about it?’  19
  “‘Waal, Doctor,’ says Dock Smith, ‘what do you think ’bout it?’  20
  “‘He’s got to die anyhow,’ says Dock Brainerd, ’an’ I don’t suppose the beans ’ll make any diff’rence.’  21
  “‘That’s the way I figger it,’ says Dock Smith; ‘in all my practise I never knew of beans hurtin’ anybody.’  22
  “So Sary went down to the kitchen an’ brought up a plateful of hot baked beans. Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, an’ Dock Brainerd put a piller under the small of Bill’s back. Then Sary sat down by the bed an’ fed them beans into Bill until Bill couldn’t hold any more.  23
  “‘How air you feelin’ now?’ asked Dock Smith.  24
  “Bill didn’t say nuthin’; he jest smiled sort uv peaceful-like an’ closed his eyes.  25
  “‘The end hez come,’ said Dock Brainerd sof’ly; ‘Bill is dyin’.’  26
  “Then Bill murmured kind o’ far-away like: ‘I ain’t dyin’; I’m dead an’ in heaven.’  27
  “Next mornin’ Bill got out uv bed an’ done a big day’s work on the farm, an’ he ain’t hed a sick spell since. Them beans cured him! I tell you, sir, that beans is,” etc.  28
 
 
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