Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1844-05-21

Ter OF the donor, ne conciuded that some
one had played him trick; and walking
back to his visitor. whom he found waiting
with eager expectation. remarked in a cool,
Indifferent toner
IL am much obliged, Mr. B., for your
kind intention, though your present is no
great rarity here in Boston; We can get
the same any day at the Fish Market for
two cents pound"
s.Get it for two cents a pound. at the
Fish Marketf' roared the COMPOUNDED
Councilman, s.why Governor, there's not
another salmon out of water, in New En-
glandl''
al was not speaking Of salmon" replied
the Governor in the same provokingly
calm tone, II merely intended to say that
can get in the market for that price, 4
better AID fresher pollock than the one
which you have brought me-
"Pollock be darnedi' screamed Mr.. B.,
"d'ye mean to say the fish brought you
just now is pollock
Walk this way Mr. B." said the Cove
nor leading the way TO the kitchen, and
pointing to the striped sides of the fish, sis
that sa!monP'
at was when started this morning"
said Mr.. B in Il low reflec;ing tone-'.and
fine one too, as ever swan in the Merri-
mack. But" he continued, turning it
over, as if to make sure there was no mis-
take, shut il Is pollock now sure enough"
The pride and spirit Of the good old far
mer were completely broken. He felt
mortified and ashamed. he could not bear
to look the Governor in the face, and
steadfastly declined all his invitations to
stay and dine. Slowly and mournfully he
re-bagged the pollock, and sorrowfully
commenced his homeward journey. Ii
there was occasion in the morning to
''wood up" at the taverns on the road,
there certainly was now when returning
under such Notifying 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 "Wilder's best flip" and SO he had
l.. But while he was drinking it, the mis-
chievous hostler was again at the bag
Finding the pollock still there, he with
drew it and replaced the salmon.
Mr. B. reached home about dark, tired,
vexed, and--we must say it, lite drunk.
At first he was sullen and silent, but al
last weared with his wile's ceaseless en-
quiries as to what was the matter, and why
he was so "cross and snariy like, he
threw his hat at the ''drcssersf with such
violence and fatal aim that he brought
down the mlk-pot, family pitcher, and a
small host OF cups, saucers and plates. He
smlled grimly at the havoc he had wrou hit
and then turning fercely to his astonshed
lady demanded
''What do yer think! That cursed sal
mon turned into pollock before I got to
Boston,"
Gracious me- why"
Il mean jist as | say" said the Coun-
cillor. with dignity-''and il yer don't be-
Iieve me, go and look in the bag behind
the door"
Mrs. B. hauled out the bag. cut the
string and shook the contents on the floor.
Her spouse looked on with much noucha-
lence during the first part Of the operation,
but when the salmon looking as hale and
fresh as he did when placed there in the
morning, rolled out and topped quietly
down on the floor! it was too much. Oar
nation seize the critter!'' he cried as with
one kick of his heavy foot he sent the un-
fortunate fish into the blazing fire, and
then laying hold of the tongs he punched
him, and crowded him down under the
Goals exclaimirg, as he danced about in
his frantic Efforts
''How dye like that, you tarnal critterl
Oh, you're a nice fish, you are, darn We,
you're a salmon IN Dracat, but a pollock
IN Boston r'