Maumee City express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1838-184?, 1839-08-10
MAUMEE CITY EXPRESS.
SATURDAY, AUGUST, 10, 1889.

- somewhere else, for we assure them
that SO far from such being the case, we
have as smart chance of correspondents
as any paper west of the Alleghanies, bar
ring few in the cities or such like outand-
ish places; and we do venture TO assert that
there isno sett of penmen between NADIA
waska and I alahasse, between quahogs and
alhgators, that can comethe scientific lcks
in the 'ographies and 'ologies, to better ad-
vantage than those who link the pot-hooks
to enrich the columns of the Maumee Ex-
press. Sorry it is, that it makes us when
we are obliged to decline publishing the fa-
vors of our friends, on account of want Of
room in our little hebdomadary, and sorri
er, no doubt are the authors themselves
when they find their productions left out,
and the wings of their genius clipped even
as the pinions of patriarchlal gobbler when
trimmed and fitted for thanksgiving shoot
irg match. However, we very seldom pub
cruciate the feelings of our literati, for the
very reason that it looks naughty and i'm
proper and savors of ingratitude, vice we
are not addicted to, and because wo love
to encourage habits of composition, and
do, even now cherish hope that ere long
some astonishing genius will be developed
under our auspices.
If we could call up from their snug places
of special deposite, the forms of long since
received illusions, that have been received
in all their prime of newness, and worn
regularly out by doing duty in hat and pock-
ct, until finally slowed away to make room
for newer assortmeOt---if we had all these,
what medley could we present! Al present,
however, we are only to deal with the this
week stock, letting the past ami future take
care of themselves. And first Of . Richard
the Pedlar."
Richafd's "to be continued" won't an
swer. 1t is against all rules to print the
head Of tale, while the tail is in abcyance.
We won't put our foot into business, until
we are certain how we are to get it out
again. Besides, we don't think the article
will pay. Let's see;
Richard begins by telling where, how
and when he was born, and how he was in
duced to travel by desire to see foreign
countries. lie travelled over the Isle of
Man, where he first saw the light, and hav-
ing done SO, he was seized with desire for
some larger fold of action, and so peddled
over to England. Here, the eXpunsbility
Of his mind keeping pace with its expansion,
he determined to travel further, and so after
trying the continent, he at last came to
America--to the Maumee River: and here
Richard closes his personal biography and
becomes story teller. Now this is al
wrong. A tale writer should never twud-
die about himself to lengthen out his yarn,
but should dash in among his incidents at
the first move, and leave himself to appear
or not, as the nature of his story requires.
Remember that, Richard, and remember
too, that if such dabs of private history are
intended to conceal the real character of the
writer, they are too tlimsy veil to be Of
any use. But to the story.
The scene is laid about three miles above
Watervlle, at what is known as the Indian
Reservation" tract Of country inhabited
by race of squattng, rantipoling, timber
stealing, bogus making, whiskey drinking
vagabonds, who have as much law and as
little gospel among them as any sett that
ever lived by pilaging Uncle Sam and mis-
taking other peoples property for their own.
The hero Of the story is one Mouton, a
grayheaded old soaker, with a limp in his
gait, most diabolical cast of countenance
and large black patch upon the seat of his
unmentionables, much given to pettifogging
before Dutch justices, an arrant office seek
er, u most industrious smelter of old pew
ter, m indefatigable appropriation ofgovern-
mental saw loge, and a most dreadfully
obivious parsonage of The rights of meum
and tlum.
The incidents in the tale set forth that
the said Moulton had boen guilty of some
breach OF the law of the land rendering him
subject to an arrest, which he determines to
resist vi et armis, and accordingly he en-
sconces himself IN ruinous log house,
where armed with rusty sword, and fan
ked with his wife carrying an axe on the
one side, and his son with rusty musket on
the other, he awaits the attack. On rush
the posse comitatus.with full powers--curia
Lynchensis: and the flashing oftheii swords
and hay forks in the bright moon beams
that play among the trees through which
hey make their " winding way" is really
wrought into scene of considerable power.
The result is that the old fellow is caught,
after most bloody fight, and lugged away
before realJustice from whose Jurisdiction
be makes his escape in his sons toggery;
and then "tobe continued"
Another of our correspondents gives us