Maumee express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1837-07-15

concourse ofpeople that were assembled
beneath him, to hear the words Of wis
dom fall from his lips with an air of tri.
umph. The subject seemed too great
for his mind, and like boiler overcharg-
ed with too great pressure of steam,
so that the safety valve Is raised in or
der to let a portion Of it escape. the
mouth of the orator suddenly became
distended, and he spoke in the manner
following, to wit: ylssJ as ,d3
Friends, and feller citizens,--itmakes
my heart beat like a lambs tail in fly
time, to see SO many Of you here. |
see some that have come forty miles,
some twenty, some ten, and,a great ma
nv that live right here in town, and will
convince you all before get through
that this is glory enough for one day
You have come 10 hear me tell, sup
pose about the blood that was split on
Bunker Hill. Well, now consider that
10 be the greatest quantity of blood that
has been split since Columbus first dis
covered New York, unless il was at the
time of the great jubilee at the capitol OF
our state, when they killed the great OK.
But feller citizens, | do not wish TO have
you understand that | would in the least
manner insinuate that the two cases are
at all parallel. No, far from il, one was
split in the cause thai tried mems souls,
and the other was lest barely split for the
sake of having a fiddle, Or in other
words, the last was spill on the strength
of what the first was spill for.
When lgot up this morning ! went
straightway to the barndo kill the old
red rooster for dinner, as you know it's
Independence to day, ! thought | would
have something little extra, and as |
threw him down near the kitchen door
my wife hoped up and says she. that
puts me in mind ofthem pesky British
and now, says she, |" i wish you would
think 10 say something about general
Washington, for that red rooster makes
me think about them tarnel red coats,
and how transcendently the General
licked them down at Cape Gods" and !
really believe that if it had not been for
Sukey, should have forgotten all about
the General, but | can assure you that it
gives me much pleasure in having an
opportunity Of doingjustice to 50 great a
man. 1 consider that Gen. Washing.
ton was the tallest pigeon in the coop, or
to use more polite expression, he was
the tallest coon out, and the way he put
it to the British was a caution, he drop
ped them like so many hot potatoes
That revolutionary filing was consider
ably glorious kind Of business consider
ing who fit the battles, and what they
had to fight with. and what kind OF
clothes they had to wear, and consider
ing they had 10 60 bare footmost all the
time, and the skin on the bottoms Of their
feet stuck to the snow crust SO that the
British might track them, as easy as an
old hunter could track deer after bull
let has let day light into his carcass; ]
say after all these things | don't wonder
that the people crack up the revolution.
ary war, as | sometimes crack up my
Suke, when | feel'in the right kind Of a
humor.t My wife, says she, and she's a
knowing critter, think all the world Of
her-welI, as | was saying, says she
"Jethro," CHATS my name, suppose
you all know) says she, /" Jethro, be-
tween you and |, and the bed post, Chat
is, when you hant got me tied to if) !
have been thinking which had the best
kind Of grit, Gen. Warren, or old Put,
but" says she, (. | think old Put was a
leetle Of the rankest growth, or he never
would venturcd into that wolf den, for"
says she, "that takes the rag off the bush
a. leetle the cleanest Of any thing Fever
heard ofin my life, unless it was the
time that Crocket slipped down that hol.
Ter tree amongst them young cubs, but"
SAYS she, "that battle at New Orleans
warnt slow, and | think Old Hickory
ort to come in for little share Of the
glory, though he didn't fightin the old
revolutionary war, he's ascreamer tell
you, in filing British or Americans on
" see how transcendently he put it to
Nick BiddIe; but there's Dick Johnson
l do not like him no how, he's for put
ting Old Hickory's theory into practice,
he's too fond Of yello,b boys, and don't
believe in crossing blood no how you
can fix il, it makes me think Of that
squaw that was here Yesterday. YOU
know" says she, g that spruce dandifed
looking missionary, Mr.. Predisposition,
or some such name they called him,
well, when he first came on here, he
stepped into Dick Bradshaw's store, and
that squaw that I was speaking Of, had
| thai little boy that was with her. sitting