Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1844-06-06
seized the Governors hand aud com
menced set speech which he had been
coming since lie left hnma

/ uiehceu SET speech Which ne had been
coming since lie left home.
'May,it please your Excellency ,'he said
IT Is duty incumbent upon al good cit
izens to remember those placed in au-
sthosity over them Here he paus-
ed, for he had lost the tbread--. and
to- another pause, he had evident
s y pitched his tune tue high and to.'
Governor, am a mar offew words, but
Ilf you'll send yer tired man out to nv
wagon. you'll find that tied 10 in bag.
as will speak louder than Wurds and
make you stare, reckon.
GOV. Gore smiled, and ordered the
servant TO carry the bag to the kitchen:
and repairing thither himself, found the
servant staring with wonder at a large:
and by no means progressing pollock
laid out on the table. For single mo-
rient the Goserno felt indignant, but
recollecting the character Of the donor,
he. walking back TO his visiter, whom he
found waiting with eager expectation, re-
marked in cool, indifferent tone:
Il am much obliged, Mr.. b. for your
kind intention, though your present is no
real rarity here in Boston; we can get
the same any day at the fish market Tor
two cents pound.'
.Getit for two cents pound at the
fish market' roared the COMPOUNDED
Councilman, why, Governor. there's
not another salmon out Of water in New
Ensland!'
4 was not speaking of salmon, repli.
ed the Governor in the same provoking
calm tone. merely intended to say that
| can get in the market for that price,
better and fresher pollock than the
one which you. have brought me.'
Pollock be darnedii,' screamed Mr.. B..
dye mean to say the fish i brought you
just now is pollock?
'Walk this way Mr.; B., said the
Governor, leading the way to the kitch-
en-, and pointing to the striped sides Of
the fish, is that salomns'
1T was when started this morning,
said Nlr. b. Ia low reflective tone
| 'and fine one too, as ever swan in the
hlerrimac&. But, he continued, turn
ing, as if to be sure there was no mis-
take, sbut it is pollock now sure e.
nough.'
The PRIDE and spirit of the good old
farmer was completely broken. He felt
so mortified and ashamed he could not
bear to look the Governor in the face,
and steadlastly declined all his invita-
ton to stay and dine. Slowly and MOURN
fully he rebasged the pollock, and sor-
rowfully commenced his homeward JOUR
ney. II there was occasion In the NOR
ming to swood up at the numerous tav-
ems on the road, there certainly was
now, when returning under such mortify-
ing circumstances; and when Mr.. B at
last reached the tavern at Tewksbury.
he was just in that state and frame which
he thought demanded a strong mug Of
sWilder's best fip,' and so he lial. it
! But while he was drinking it. the mis-
cheyous hostler was again at the bag. -
Finding the pollock still there, he with
drew it, and replaced the salmon.
Mr.. 3. reached home about dark, tir-
led, vexed,. and we must say it, a little
drunk. At first he was. sullen and 81
lent, but at last, .vearied with his wlle's
ceaseless inquiries as TO what was the
matter, and why he was. so cross and
lsnarIy like, The threw his hat at the
sdressefs' with such violence and fatal
! aim. that he brought down the milk pot,
/ family pitcher, and small host of cups,
saucers and plates. lie smiled grimiY
at The havoc he had wrought, and then
turning fiercely TO bis astonished lady.
demanded What do yer think
That darned salmon turned into a pol,
lock before | got to Boston,
Turned into a pollocks' said Mrs. B.
sWhy, what on airth do you meau::'
.Imean jist what say said the Coun-
cillor, with dignity; and if yer don't be-
lieve me. go and look in the bag behind
the door,
Mrs. B. hauled out the bag. cut The
string, shook the contents on the floor.
Her spouse looked on with much nom
chalence during the first part Of the OPP
seration, but when the salmon, looking
as hale and fresh as lie did when placed
there in the morning. rolled out and flop
ped quietly down on the. floor, it was
Two much. .Darnation seize the crittur!'
he cried as with one kick OF his heavy
| foot he sent the unfortunate fish in the
blazing fire, and then laying hold Of the
ttungs, he punished him. and crowded
him down under the coal, exclaiming. as
he danced about in his frantic efforts.
How dye like that, you tarnal crit
tur? Oh you're nice fish, you are.
darn We! O. You re a salmon in ORA
cut, but pollock in Boston - PORT.
land Transcript
The wheat crops 10 Western New
York are said 70 be more luxurant now