Litchfield enquirer., 1835-12-17


standing alone in the middle Of the room. II
the honblr. Alder G"bhlr had gone right a.
way and demanded his passports, and return
cd home with the Legation, IN one Of our
first class F,jgatrs Il guess the English would
/ as soon see Dyson as "ne,o them are Ser
pents) TO Washington, the. President and the
people ~ uid have sustained him in it. guess,
until an apHlogy was offered for the insult I"
the nation. ] guess il il had been me, said
Mr. Slick, I'd headed him afnre he slipt out
O. the door, and pinnrd him up agin the wall,
and made him bolt his words agiD, rs quick
! Ms hr throw d 'em up, for | never seed an
Enslishman, that didn't cut his words as
short as he d"es his nurses tail, close up to
the stump. 1t certainly was very coarse and
vulgar language. and thiaks said ]. that yonr
Secretary had just cause To be offended at
such an ungeniemanlike attach, altho' think
he showed bis good sense. in treating it With
the contempt it deserved. it was plagy lucky
for the docior, tteM you, that he, cut stick as
! he did. aud made himself scarce, for Alder
was an ugly customer. he'd gnn him proper
scalding, he'd taken the bristirs off his hide,
as clran as the skin of spring sh"tr Of "a pig
killed at Christmas. The Clock Maker was
evidently excited by his Owu story. and to
indemnify himself for these remarks on his
countrynrD. he INDUCED FOR some time 10
ridicuing the Nova Scotians. -~. ,al Fosf.
Do you see that are anck Of colts, said he.
Gas we passed one Of those beautiful prairies
shat render the valleys "f Nova Scotia SO ser-
dant and SO Eertilr) wellI guess they keep too
much Of that stock. i heerd an Indian one
day az a tavern keeper for some rum; why
Joe Spawdeck. said he. Il reckon you have got
too much already. Too much Of any thing,
said Joe is not good, but too mueb rum is jist
enough. ] guess these blue DSses think SO
bout their horses, they are fairly eat up by
them, ont Of house and home. and they are
no good neither. They hsant good saddle
horses and they heans COED draft beasts, they
are jist neither one thing nor tOther. They
are like the drink Of our Connecticut folks
At moving time they nse molasses and water,
nasty stuff only 81 Ia catch flies, it spil~s good
water, and makes bad beer. No wander the
folks are poor. Lock at them are great dykes,
well they all go 10 free horses; and lo"k at
their grain fields Oh the upland. well, they
are all s0w.d with cats to feed horses, and
they buy their bread from 1850 we feed the
asses and they feed the horses. Ii had them
critters on that are mash. mn Incatlon nj
mine I'D jisi take my rifle and shoot every
one On 'ena. fbs 's"ssy go "~chrtis cat nammru'
heavy headed. fat cared, crooked shanked,
long legged. narrow chesied. good for moth
ing brutes--they ant worth their keep one
winter-I vow, wish one Of these blue noses,
with his 60 to ineeiin clothes on, coat tails
pinned uP behind like leather blind Of
shay. 40 old spur On one heel, and pipe
stuck through his hat band, mounted on one
Of these timber iimbercd critters. that moves
its hind legs like hen scratching gravel. was
set down in Broadway, in New-York, for
sight. Lord. think hecr the West Point
cadets o lasghen at him. Who brought that
are scars-crow nut of standin corn and stock
him herel I guess that are citizen came
from away down east out OF the Nutch OF
the White Mountains. '.. .sD ra'a s.-.
Here comes the cholera doctor from Cana.
da-not from Canada. ! guess. for he don't
look as If he had eper been among the rapids
If they wouldn't poke fun at him its a pity
IL they'd keep less horses and more sheep,
they'd have more food and cl0thing too, ia
stead Of buyin' boih. I vuw I've larfrd afOFe
now tin I have fairly wet myselfa cryin to see
one Of these folks catch horse--fnay be he
was TO go two or three miles Of an arraDd.-
Well, down he goes on the dyke with BIRDIE
in one hand. and an old tin pan in smother,
full Of oats, to catch his beaat-f'ss hc'goes
to one flock Of horses and then to another, to
see il he can find his own criiter-at last he
gets sight on him. and goes softly Up to him.
nHdkbUk O1lSs ana u COaA" JS'"s
as he goes TO put his hand an him, away he
starts all head and tail. and the rest with him
that starts another h"ck. and they set a
third oG. and at last every troop Of en- Coca
as il Old Nick was arter them. till they nmOuDt
TO two or three hundred in drove. Well. he
chases clear across the Tantramer marsh, sew
en miles good over bitches, creeks. mire holes.
and Gag ponds, and then they turn and take
a fair chase for il back again seven miles more
By this time. presume. they are all pretty
considerably well tired, and Blue Nose, he
g"ps and gets up all the men folks lD the
neighborhood, and catches his beast, IS they
do q moose arter he is fairly run down--so
he runs fourteen miles, to ride two. because
he is 10 tarnation hurry. It j. cen most
equal to eatin soup with fork. wheD you are
short Of time. Ii puts me in mind OF catch
ing birds BY sprinkling salt On their tails
il il only one horse . man can ride out ut
half dOzea. arier all. One has mo- shoes,
toiher has colt, one arnt broke, another has
q sore back, while 9Th 10 so etarnal cunnin.
all Cumberland couldn't catch him, till winter
drives him up 10 the barn for food, ,q .,.er
Most Of them are dyke marshes have ~hat
they call {" honey pOss'' on 'em. that 10 y deep
hole all full Of squash. where yen can't find
no boison. Well. every now and then. IS hen
Teller gnrs TO look for his b0rse-he sees his
tail siickin right out IN, etnd. from ore Of
these honey pots, and wayin like head OF
broom corn and sometimes you see two or
three trapped there cen q most sm0ihered.
eserlasfin tired half swimmiH. half wad;n.
like rats 10 mOlssses cask. When they End