, 1839-11-23
CLINTON.
A VEGETABLE MAN.

Specimen OF Georgia, Table Idlk.-The
amusing Georgia LAWYER mo less n person.
age than the Hon. Judge Charlton, Mayor Of
SivannIh.) in the knickerbocker, gives the
GLOWING anecjoie. in proof of his position,
that man is sometimes nothing more than a
veget bic:
rwo friends. and brother lawyers OF mine,
were travelling Ssnr yeas since. on the cir
cult Their route led t'.em across the SAN
dy hills That form the northern boundary Of
the Alatamaha. one of the noble rivers OF our
beautiful state. These hills, or ridges, how
ever, are as barren and desolaie as Arabia
PetrTa. You might plant n Yankee there,
and he would not grow, Perhaps, after this
assertion, it would be 'surpiussagc' 10 say.
that no effort OF industry or ingenuity could
coax a blade Of grass TO rear its head above
the sterile soil. 1, was 4 rainy day, and az
Ter travelling for some time. withou; cncoun-
tcring any signs OF human lie, their hearts
were cheered by the sigh, OF the smoke that
so gracefully curled,' and they knew. forth
with, that 4 cottage was near. And sure
enough there it was. A clumsy, III shapen
log hut, with inteIstlccS, or, 10 speak more
classicaliy, 'chinhS,' wide enough 10 throw a
sizcabie bear through.
My friends dism)unted and entered. 4
fire OF pine wood. or 'iight-wood.' rs it istech.
%nically called, blszed in the clay chimney.
In one corner Of the fireplace were huddled
Il bakers dozen OF 'yeliow-complected' brats.
4 tall, gaunt female, with long, unconbed
~iresSes, or lunches of coarse red hair, was
seated upon the floor; while in front of the
fire, and occupying Tie only stool in the novel,
set the lord u! tie soil. shivering under the
malign influence of a tertiln ague.
'Good morning, my FRIEND said one of the
visitors who is celebrated for MS politencss
and urbanity.
sMorningr was the ~laconic and echo-like
repiy. q believe that is an incorrect express.
son. Echo, like Il woman, always gives the
last word.)
Fine situation you have here resuned my
brother attorney.
Sine h-iir responded the host; whats it
fine lorf'
.Why, I should suppose you would have
good sport mere. in lmnting.'
'Then you'd suppose a d-n lie! You
cant hunt, 'cePting you got something to
hunt AT. kin your
sN.o; that's a very clear case: | thought,
however. that so near the river, there would
b. plenty of deer. Still ifiiis not a good hunt
ing.ground, it is a fine place for raising cat
tle.'
It's, is it, .S'posin' the cattle gets in the
swamp, and the id river rises pom 'em,
and tle cu'sed icols don't get out Of the way,
but get drowneda How you 'gwine to raise
'em then, chr
THAT certainly Is very bad,' continued my
indefatigable friend, 'but there is one com
fort left to you. If you have not the richest
soil, nor the best hun,ing-ground, nor the
greenest pasturage, you have what is better
than the monarch's diadem, or the highest
niche in the Temple Of Fame; You have
health
sThe hi J. have. stranger! Don't you
see them yellow complicated critters IN the
corner there? ,Thcm's got health. ant thew?
The old woman there has cot it ant she?
And look ut me. with this cu'sed ager shaking
my bones into ajeily! You call that heala,
don't you?
sLook here, my friend exclaimed my bro
Their chip, answer me this question, and /
wont ask you another. If you cant get any,
thing to grow here. and nothing to hunt: il
all your cattle drown, and your family are all
the while sick; why, in the name Of common