The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1842-04-16
"Can | get dinner here?'
MYes. sir--walk in"

BILE dinner, smok ing hot, was set before
him. He ate, dra nix, paid his moderate
bill, put on his hat, took his walking
stick and proceede d upon his Iourney-
Before he renewed his labors, however,
he took the precau ton to fill his pipe
and to light it. Fresh and VIZ
gorous as ever, he then pushed ahead.
As the sun crept down towards the hori-
zon, Mr.. Smith began to feel some de-
gree of WEAKNESS stea ling over him, but
he nevertheless persevered until it was
quite dusk. Finding himself opposite a
small house by the roadside, ne enquired
of youth seated upon the threshold
"Who lives here, my son!'
"Mr. Sampson, sir"
"Can | get supper and lodging here
tonight, by paying for il r.
Certainly, sir-walk in.
Mr.. Smith crossed the threshold, lad
aside his hat and cane, drank a cup OF tea
and ate two or three slices oftoalst-read
four chapters in ''Fox's Book OF Mar
tyrs," which he found upon the ma ntel-
piece, and went to bed. When he awoke
in the morning, the sun was just shown, g
its broad red disc above the tree tops
He found the breakfast upon the table
waiting for him. He finished the morn
ing meal, settled his account, and com
menced his travels the second day. One
thing, simply, attracted his observation
the road was exceedingly uniform
but the fact excited no surprise. At
noon he called at a snug little house, and
asked Lad who was gazing out of a win
dow
"Who lives here, my son?''
"Mr. Sampson, SIR"
Our traveller paused a moment, re
| fected and seemed to be coming over
some name or circumstance in his mind
at last he said
"Are there many ofthe name of Samp
son on this road, my son?''
ga good many" said the boy.
81 thought SO. Can | get dinner
here?"
certainly, sir--waIk in"
Mr.. Smith stepped in, swallowed hi,
dinner, and once more took to the road
When night came on, he of course stop
ped at the first house in his way. A
youth sat upon a wheelbarrow at tht
door, whiting.
"Who lives here, my son"
"Mr. Sampson, sir"
"Mr. Sampson! By Jupiter! shoul'
4 think they were all SIMPSONS on TIM
road. got dinner at one Mr.. Sampson
yesterday, slept at another Mr.. Sampson
last night, and here am at Mr. Samp
sons again tonight. Besides, the house
| have seen upon this road al look alik
1T is very queer"
every queer" replied the boy, with
leer, which seemed TO say, "you can
fool me, old fellow"
Scan. you give me supper and Iods
ingw said the traveller
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS in"
''I'm darn'd if this isn't queer cour
, try" said the old man as he went to bee
!, ''this looks exactly like the room sleI
in last nlght--but | suppose it is a
right"
! twas full two o'clock the next da,
when, after travelling briskly at least 81
hours, Mr.. Smith stopped at comforts
BILE small dwelling with the intention
securing his dinner. A boy stood in tt
> door.
SLOW dye do?" said the boy.
"Nlcely, my son. Who lives here?'
: "Mr. Sampson.-I'ye told you that ha
! dozen times already"
= "The devil You have--I haven't bee
here before, have Il"
: 81 reckon you have--but amt you tr
Z yelling on bet?"
Travelling on bet!-no-what p
that in your head?"
"Why, yoW'Ue been ,Oalking round
race course here for tscO days and hal
!. and didn't suppose you was doing it f
7" fun"
:. For the first time, now, Mr.. Smith to,
:. survey of things, and to his astonis
!" meut discovered that the boy had be-
n telling the truth. He drew his hat oy
~ = his forehead and started for home--C
- termined never to venture upon ped'
\ trian excursion again.
[r. ANOTHER OUTRAGE.