The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1841-04-21

!, A REAL GAME COCK OF THE
WILDERNESS.
A live Hoosier, who was returning fror
one of the Fancy Balls in New Orleans o
Saturday night last, while on his way hom
to his flat boat, cut up such extraordinar
shines and antics that the wa:chma
thought him every way entitled to an in
PRODUCTION to our worthy Recorder. Tw
or three nights previous, he had seel
Dan Marble, in the Game Cock of thu
Wilderness and the thing pleased him 81
well that he rugged himself out on Satur
day evening as much like the game chick
en- as possible and went to the ball. While
there, he gave occasionally crow, and
took occasionally drink until at length
he found himself somewhat loaded down
by the head although elevated in spirits,
and perfectly ripe for any thing.
The putting out of the lights, at some 2
o'clock in the morning was signal for our
hero to put out for home. He felt himself
so well, to use his own words, that he
couldn't hold himself STILL and so wide a.
wake, that every corner he came to, he
would flap his arms violently against his
sides, and crow so much like chicken that
every rooster in the neighborhood thinking
it the signal for day break, joined in the
chorus. Chapman himself IN his happicst
effort. never could excel this second Samp-
son Hardhead.
He had just give a specimen of his skill
in Growing at, the corner of Poydras and
Tehoaplas streets, when a watchman
came up and told him he must make less
noise.
Noise! Ooh-a-ooh! Do you call that a
noiseP said the fellow giving another sam
pie of his abilities at Growing.
"Noise yes-you must shut up. Who
are you any how?'
"l'm the Second Game Cock of the
Wildcrness-look out for my gaffs," at the
same time jumping sideways at the watch
nan, hitting him with his right foot and Ell
DOW, and sending him stumbling into the
middle of the street.
"You're hard chicken. at all events"
laid the watchman, recovering himself and
Walking up to his new species of customer
| second. "Blow me if / can get the
lang of you"
"You will soon-Ooh-aooh-ooh !" repli-
ID the droll customer, hopping up and CIV
ne the wa lehman another side winder,' as
he latter called it in Court. This was too
much, and the watchman accordingly cal
ed in the assistance Of one of his brethren,
md soon had the game cock under lock
md key.
On being pushed into the dark rooms,
le broke out with
"Well this is pretty place ! don't think.
t's as dark as box Of blackin. Let me
'ut or I'll butt the door down. I wish !
lad my big lamp to light up with. It's
'erfect prairie on fire. | sot it out once,
he darkest night that ever come over, and
III creation riz thinkin' it was day light.
Let me out T. m liberty pole and can't
'ear confinement"
In the morning, on being brought before
he Recorder, he said his name was Bill
Bloom, but that he had taken that of Samp-
on Hardhead, jun., because it pleased him
'etter
"Well Sampson" said his honor, "what
10 you follow1'
"Crowing principally" retorted Hard
lead. "lve taken up the business late.
y"
"You was fighting the watchman last
light," said the Recorder.
Fighting! You don't call that fighting,
10 you! Why if I'd been really fighting
With that chap I'd have jumped clean
lown his throat and stopped his digestion
or fortnight" /
Estate the circumstances of the arrest"
aid his honor to the watchman.
The latter was proceeding when the
aoosier sung out
esquire, that varmint is telling lies so
asst that you can't find time to believe him.
Look here, Squire do the thing that's right
'y me, will you; don't believe that chap"
"Silence," said the Recorder.
81 shall fine you ten dollars for this Of
ence but if you are caught here again you
won't get off so easy" ,
"Go ahead" said the Hoosier, as ne
walked out of tho Office. He took one
more crow, however, on the steps, and