Maumee express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1838-02-10

SAID Nabb. lguess so TO, said Bill but
| wish you wouldn't lay SO plaguy hea-
Wy on me-jist turn over. that's a good
fellow, will you? With that, Bill lays
his arm on him to raise him up, for he
said he was squeezed as fiat as pancake,
and afore Nabb knew where he was, Bill
rolled him right over, and was atop Of
him. Then he seized HIM by the throat,
and twisted his pipe, till his eyes were
as big as saucers, and his tongue grew
six inches longer, while he kept making
faces, for all the world like the pirate that
was hanged on Monument Hill, at Bos-
ton. 1t was pretty near over with him,
when Nabb thought of his spurs; SO he
just curled up both heels, and drove the
spurs right into HIM |; he let him have it
j,st below his croper; as Bill was naked,
he had fair chance, and he ragged him
like the leaf ofa book cut open with your
finger. AT last, Bill could stand il no
longer; he let go his hold, and roarcd
ike a bull, and clapping both hands
ahind him, he out of the door like shot.
If it hadn't been for them are spurs, |
guess Bill would have saved the hang
man a job Of Nabb that time.
The Clockmaker was an observing
man, and equally communicative. No
thing escaped his notice; he knew every
tody's gcnealogy, history, and means,
aud like a driver of an English Stage
Coach, was not unwilling to impart what
he knew. Do you see that snug looking
house there, said he, with short sarce
garden afore it, that belongs to Elder
Thompson. The Elder is pretty close
fisted, and holds special fast to all he
gets. He is just man and very pious,
but | have observed when man be-
comes near about too good, he is apt,
sometimes, to slip ahead into avarice, un-
less he looks sharper arter his girths.
A friend Of mine in Connecticut, an old
sea captain, who was once let in for it
pretty deep, by man with a broader
brim than common, said to me, "friend
SAM" says he, IL don't like those folks
who are too d-n good" There is, !
expect, some truth in il, tho he needn't
have swore at all, but he was an awful
hand to swear. Howsomever that may
be. there is story about the Elder that's
not so course neither.
1t appears an old Minister came there
once, to hold meetin' at his house
well, after meetin' was over, the Elder
took the minister all over his farm, which
is pretty tidy, | tell you; and he show
ed him great OK he had, and a swinge-
ing big pig, that weighed some six or
seven hundred weight, that he was pIa-
guy proud Of but he never offered the
old minister any thing to eat or drink. -
The preacher was pretty tired Of all
this, and seeing no prospect Of being ask
cd to partake with the family, and loIer-
ably sharp set, he asked him to fetch
him his horse out the barn. When he
was taking leave of the Elder, (hcre
was several persons standing by at the
lime) says he, Elder Thompson. you
have fine farm here, very fine farm.
indeed; you have large OK too, very
large; and I'm thinking, said he, 0urn-
ing and looking him full in the face, for
he intended to hit him pletty hardy
think | have seen to-day the greatest
Hog Ieuer sa,o in my life. The neigh.
bors sDickered a good deal, and the Ell
der felt pretty streaked. guess he'd
give his great pig or his great OK either,
if that story hadn't got wind.