Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-09-05

u
Gle. | and the Gineral had it hip and
thigh, hard and saft, tother night
We argied tell he hollered out you're
Hayne and Pm Dan'l Webster. / amt
Hayne says |. never writ a word of
that letter about Haynes great speech
agin Webster. Slap went his pipe at
me. But | never gives up, nor ad.
Vances backwards--so he turned kind.
er like. Then we sot in TO smokin ana
thinkin. SAYS Gineral thinkin is pla-
gy hard work this hot weather. I'd
rather maui rales says he. Well, says
the Gineral, Major, what's your tho'ts;
the same to you, saysI. Says the Gil.
neral, Major, that wild varmint's got
into Congress agin. Who hel saws |.
Davy Crocket--and his larnin will bo-
Their us for true--he's up to snuff, Ma
jor-he kilt wild cat at wink. He'll
play hob with Van Buren,; there amt
one can hold a candle to his talking.
Then Tom Shelton from Kaintuck-
Major I'm freed at last. I'd rather lick
Packinham six times, than have them
fellers at me andpoor little Van. They
know too much.
Gineral, says |, don't be added.
You're worse scared than Isaac was
when old Upham gin him blue Betty;
I'll row EN- up Salt River; that's fiat.
Major, says he, you're the man; take a
drink of cider; then go ahead. / tell'd
the Gineral, says |, ketch a weeazzlle
asleep. | knowd Crockett would be
lected, an sot my trap, an kotcked
him worse than a whale with Bedford
harpoon. How's that Major, says the
Gineral. Says |, gin me drink Of
cyder, a chaw Of tobacker, a pinch of
snuff, and fresh pipe--and then, Gil
neral, don't breathe above your breath
while | tell you. Says |, Gineral, you
know the States Bank where Squire
Biddle lives. sot right about to make
the Squire bribery and corruption Da-
Wy Crockett. The Gineral snickered.
When went on to see how the cat
hoped in the bank, knowed what
people said. | says to Biddle, when !
quit fgerin an syfering an hung up the
slate, You know bribery and corrup-
ton, don't you? Don't |, says he; if
Kendall had come to me instead of go.
ing to Clay he'd got 1900 in minute.
You're Old Mic for sartin, says |,
Squire. The Gineral snorted. Now,
says |, give me a sartificate that you
haint bribed him, and l'll Civ you Dav
Crockett. Done for ducking, says
the Squire. got the paper; and he's
the slickest teller liven; for says Biddle,
Major, send these scraps of hunder
dollar notes to your uncle for samples
how to, make EN- at DowningvilIe Bank,
with my compliments in full. Now
says he, Major write to Crockett; so
down | sets in the big cheer, and writes
viz; as follows:
Major Downing TO hurneH ID. Crockett.
DEAR DAv:-I hopp'd like parch
peas when heard how you was iect-
cd. Come on quick; the Gineral for
gives all, and says you an shall go on
Conveys Penitentiary from him to the
Bank. Biddle says, bring Crockett;
there amt that bank Twin that can stand
Crockett and Downing. Biddle says
damn the expense; and he's got eight
dollars day to give away, for two
years besides what st. Mathew Clarke
pays. Nick's shampain slips down like
sweet-oil; and he's the Teller for giving
dinners. He says the bank votes eight
dollars day to the cleverest fellow to
be found--and says you're the man.
The State banks is film Amos wallet.
They gin him in New York cnuff to
buy all your niggers and land too.
Now's the time dear Dav.
Yours to command,
MAJOR JACK DOWNING.
Major, says the Gineral, stop min
ute tell I'm done laughin; depend upon
it he giggled like Yankee doodle
When he was dun laughin and cryin,
says he, Major, where's the answer
Present arms, says |, and showed him,
KurneH Crockett to Maj. j. Downing.
DEAR Down: | knows bribery and
currupshun; there amt that man Twin
should do that to me. I'd dart daylight
through him in a jiffin. Didn't | tell
the people at Bull Creek what war,
pestilence, and famine was. | tell'd
EN- war was fghtin; pestilence was
cholera; and famine was short craps.
I'm up to Old Nick or Young Mic.
But the bank must be consolidated;
and | can't Judge of the bank up to its
notification, without try how some of
the money passes every where. So
say nothin, Major, till | git the rino;
and then we'll treat the Gineral.
Yours to sarve,
DAVV CPOCKETT