The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1844-08-15
LAY ON NANCY.

These words will bring fresh to The minds
of our Tennessee readers ON amusing IN
cfdents in the canvass for Governor, iii that
State, during TIE last summer. They be-
long TO an anecdote rotated by Govern0i
Jones as illustrative of that peculiar kind of.
bravery for which the Locofoeo candidate
for President is SO distinguished. Polk, at
the time when Mr.. Van Buren, recommend
ed a bankrupt law, was the jealous friend
ofthat measure, and dnring all the time the
bill which finally became a law was before
Congress, that watchful sentinel was never
heard 10 raise The first note Of warning. Not
a whisper was he ever known TO breathe
against the bill. The little man. was as ST.
lent as the grave. His farseeing patriotism
was not able 10 discry in the measure any
thing, that threatened i'll 10 the country
But the people disapproved efthe law, and
IT was repealed. And then Young Hickory
lifted up his courageousT voice. The youth
full hero, in the fnllness of his. ire, suited
forth TO pluck the "dead lion by the beard.''
The captain had faiu screened behind a log
during the battle, but, the danger over, he
was never satisfied with thrusting his blade
into the the bodies Of the dead Indians, and
with shouting, "1hrs perish the enemies of
my country"
Gov. Jones said a feat something like this
had once before been achieved IN tFennes-
see. When our State, said he, was a wild
frontier country, a man with his young wife
came and erected their log cabin in the for
/. est, far from the home OF every other white
man. Fies young woman, confiding in the
virtues of her lord, had left father and moth
er, and the comforts of a peaceful home, 10
encounter all the dangers of a frontier life
There the young pair, full ofhope, began TO
toll for that fortune which has rewarded the
enterprise of SO many of Tennessee's early
settlers. Only a few months had passed
away before their humble dwelling was
made cileerfull by the birth of a child. The
little stranger was laid in The rude cradle o.
those times, a trough fashioned out ofthe
trunk of a hollow tree. The happy couple
were sitting in The door one pleasant evening
in autumn enjoying the last lightof the set
ting sun, the pledge of their affection sleep
ing between them, when, suddenly, The.
were alarmedby The approached a bear.
The creature had stolen through thu
: woods, and was Just at The door when frs
perceived. Ofcourse, the brave HUSBAND
rushed out TO repel invaded? Not by an.
means. On the contrary, thinking only o.
his own safety, the p~oltroon hurried as fast a
he could izto The loft. INC wife and cbilC
were left to take care OF themselves, an
Their case seemed hopeless enough; but th
instinct Of the mother prevailed over tn
fears Of the woman, and in a spirit ofdesper
rasion size seized fine poker ahd met the mon
SER in the yard. The encounter was a fearfr
one. The husband had crept softly TO
crack in the wall where he could see VIII;
was passing; and when be saw his wife, bel
boring the beast with the poker, his breat
returned, ana he roared out clay on Name!
Lay on Nancy@ Lay on Naacy!p AZ
Nancy did lay on, until she laid the be-
dead al her feet. And nos had come u
time. of the husband 10 display his courag
The beaI was dead. So, Siding down OF
of the LOFT, be walked up TO the animal, 'aa'
With his hands OIL his sides, strutted aroun
the huge carcass, exclaiming saint we bra
Nancy"