Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-02-12

united him. Approaching Simon whose
coat was off, "Come Simon, son" said he,
I" cross them hands; I'm gwrne TO correct
you"
ut amt no use, daddy" said Simon.
"Why SO, Simon?"
"Just bekase it amt. Pm gwine TO play
cards as long as live. When | go off tc
myself Pm gwine to make liyin' by it.
So what's the use of beatin' me about it,
Old Mr.. Suggs groaned, as he was won
to do in the pulpit, at this exhibition o
Simon's viciousness.
"Simon," said he, "you're a poor ig
nunt creetur. You don't know nothin
and you've been no whars. If was to
turn you of, you'd starve in week."
81 wish you'd try me-" said Simon,
"and jist see. I'd win more money in a
week tnan you can make in year. Thar
amt nobody round here can make seed
corn off o. me at cards. Pm rale smart a.
it," he added, with great emphasis.
"Simon! Simon! you poor unlettered
fool. Don't you know that all card.players
and cock'fghters and horse.racers go TO
helll You crack Drained creetur' you
And don't you know that them play cards
always lose their money, and"
"Who wins it then, Daddya" asked
Simon.
"Shet your mouth, you imperdent, slack.
jawed dog! Your daddy's a-tryin' to give
you some good advice, and you a-pickin'
up his words in that way. / know'd a
young man once when lived in Ogletharp,
as went down to Agusty and sold hun.
dred dollars worth of his daddy's cotton,
and some o. them CHANDELIERS got him to
drinkin' and the very first night he was
with 'em they got every red cent of his
money!"
"They couldn't git my money in n
ueek,' said Simon. =" Anybody can git
these here green fellows money ; them's
the sort Pm gwine TO watch for myself.
Here's what kin fix the papers as well as
anybody"
swell, it's no use to argify about the
NATTER" said old Jed'diah What saith
the SCRIPTURE He that begetteth fool,
doth it 10 his sorrow Hence, Simon,
you're poor, miserable fool--se, cross
your hands ~
"You'd jist as well NOT, daddy. ! tell
you, Pm gwine to follow playin' cards
for Twin, and what's fhe use % bangin'
a Teller about i'll Pm as smart as any OF
'em, and Bob Smith says them Agusty fel.
lers can't make rent off o. me-"
The reverend Mr.. Suggs had, once in
his life, gone to Augusta; an extent of ira.
vel which in those days was little unu-
sual. His consideration among his neigh.
bors was considerably increased by the
as he had all the benefit o!
the popular inference, that no man could
visit the city of Augusta without acquiring
a vast superiority over all his untravelled
in every department Of human
knowledge. Mr.. Suggs, then, very ratu-
rally, felt ineffably indignant that an in
diyidual who had never seen any collection
Of human habita'ions larger than log
house vilage--an individual, in short, no
other or better than Bob Smith--should
venture to express an opinion concerning
The manners, customs, or any thing else
to, or in any wise connected
with, the ultima Thule of backwoods Geor.
gians. There were two propositions which
Witnessed their own truth to the mind of
Mr.. Suggs-the one was, that man who
had never been at Augusta could not know
about that city, or any place or
hing else; the other, that one who had
been there must OF necessity; be not only
we'll informed as to all things connected
with the city itself, but perfectly au fat
upon all subjects whatsoever. 1t was,
therefore, in tone Of mingled indigna-
ton and contempt, that he replied to she
last remark OF Simon.
Bob Smith says--does he7 And who's
Bob Smita? Much does Bob Smith know
about Augusty he's been thar, | reckon!
Slipped of yearly some mornin', when no
body warn't noticin', and got back afore
night! It's only hundred and forty mile.
Oh, yes, Bob Smith knows all about il!
| don't know nothin' about il! Iain't me-
YER been to Agusty! I Couldn't find the
road thar, reckon--ha! ha! Bob Smith I
the eternal stink! il he was only to see
,ne O. them fine gentlemen in Augusty,
with his fine broad.coth and beIl.crown
nat, and shoe-boots a shinin' like silver,
ned take to the woods and kill himself a.
funn:n'. Bob Smith! that's whar all your
levilment comes from, Simon"
"Bob Smiths as good as any body else,
| Judge; and heap smarter than some.
He showed me how to cut jack" continu.
ed Simon, sand that's more nor some peo-
pie kin do, if they haze been 10 Agusty."
"lf Bob Smith kin do IT," said the old
nan, 81 kin too. don't know il by that
name; but if it's book knowledge or plain
sense, and Bob kin do il, it's reasonable to
s'pose that old Jed'diah Suggs won't be
bothered bad. Is il any ways similyar /,