Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1833-11-28

mast, when the dock yard mate, flor I
found out afterwards he was one, said.
abe off, this is my wife, aud YOU shant
insult her." "Your wife, is she1', said
|, "then here's clear for action" /
ldoused my hat and jacket, and gave
the chap such a broadside, as almost
Knocked the wind out Of him. Two OF
them began at me, but that | don't
mind, for | thought one sailor was as
good rs two dock yard mates any day
of the week; but Sal singing out s'you
nasty willin!" clapped her fingers into
my hair, and scratched my face so that
| couldn't see; she then held me so
tight that the lubberly mates thumped
and kicked me sothat could not move.
That very night slipped on board the
same coach, returned to Sheerness,
went on board, and swore I'd never
marry another girl as long as lived"
JoNATHAN's HUNTING EXCURSION.
"Did you ever hear Of the escape
that and Uncle Ezekiel had duckin
ont Connecticut riverl" asked Jona-
than Timbertoes, whiIo amusing his
old Dutch hostess, who had agreed to
entertain him under the roof of her log
cottage, for and in consideration Of a
bran new milk pan, "No, Inever did;
dew tell it," was the reply.
"Well-you must know that an
Uncle Zeke took il into our heads one
Saturday AFTERNOON to GO gunnin ar
ter ducks, in fathers skin; so in we
got and skulled down the river; pro-
| per sight Of ducks flew backwards and
forwards, | tell ye-and by'm by
few on 'em lit down by the marsh, and
went to feeder on the muscles.
cotched up my peaudcr horn to prime,
an it slipped right out Of my hand and
sunk to the bottom Of the river. The
water was amazingly clear, and !
could see it at the bottom. Now |
couldn't swim jot, so says to Uncle
Zeke, you're pretty clever Teller,
just let me take your peauder horn to
prime. And don't you think the stin.
gy critter would not. Well, says |,
you're pretty good diver, Pun, if
you'll dive down and get it, Pn give
you a primin. ! thought he'd leave
his peauder horn, but he didn't; but
stuck it into his pocket and down he
went-and there he staid"--here the
old lady opened her eyes with wonder
and surprise, and pause of some mi
nutes ensued, when Jonathan added
81 looked down, and what do you think
the critter were doin2' "Lordw ex-
claimed the old lady, "l'm sure | don't
know,-dew tell" "There he was"
said our hero, "sttin right on the bot
tom of the river pourin the peauder out
Of my horn into hizzen.
Killing a For Skin.--The great i'm
portance which some people attach to
little things, is often times very laugh
able, and reminds us Of an anecdote,
which we shall presently relate. A
farmer in Peppercll, Ms, had caught
a fox, taken off the skin, and stuffed it,
and hung it up TO dry. All this hap
pened without the knowledge of little
81, a four year old yonker, who was at
school. Having returned and swal-
lowed his supper, he clambered up the
garnet to bed, as usual without can
die. But the moon shone directly and
"with disastrous light, on the stuffed
skin Of Reynard--which had no SOON
er caught the eye of the boy, who was
looking carefully about for boogaboos,
than taking it for one of the most formi-
dable kind, he came head foremost to
the bottom ofthe stairs, crying and bel
lowing as if fifty foxes, not skins, were
close at his heels.
whats the matter, Si1" said the
farmer.
"Hegh! hegh! heghr' said 81, trying
as well as he could to stop crying
"hegh! heghl IL seed sumfn up
Istairs."
"You seed sumfnl well, what was
lin"
"Heghl hegh! hcgh! | don't know
twas sumfin hanged up there by the
winder-with great bushy tail"
"Why, you blockhead, it was moth
ling but fox skim"
"At hearing this, little 81 began TO
recover his courage, and drying his
|eyes and sitting his remaining sobs, he
Exclaimed manfully, daddy, daddy, if
/ only had shoot, I'd kill the fox skin. "
N, Y. Constellation.
! Recipe for Croup.-Dr. Goldman has
recommended the following as a GER
ltain. as well as a sinnle remedy for O