Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-10-17
HOW THE MOUNTAIN BLACK
SMITH VAS Converted.

The scene is laid in the mountain regions
Of Georgia. Mr.. Forgeron, a blacksmith,
had a great antiplthy az inst all Methodist
ministers in particular. His shop was in a
nirrow molntlin p'ss, aud he declared his
determination to whip every VI thodistpreach-
er thlt pissed his shop. The Rev. B. Stub
| blewortl, however, readily consented to 90
there, AMI the following describes his ride
through the mountiins:
For !eson helrd Of his new victim, and re-
joiced tint his size and appearance furnished
a better subject for his vengeance, than the
attanultad lrime Of the late prison. O, what
a nice beating he would hive! He Ind heard
too, that some ministers were rather spirited,
an hoped this one might be provoked to
fight. knowing that the clergyman must
plss On Sturdy, IN the afternoon, he gave
his striker Il holiday, and reglled himself on
the beauties Of Tom Pdine, aw Whiting the ap-
prolch Of the preacher. 1t was not over an
hour before he heard the words
''Oh, how happy are they who their Saviour
obey,
And have laid mp their treasures above
sung in a full, clear voice; and soon the vo-
%cIlist, turning the angie of the rock, rode up,
with a continued smile on his flee.
"How are you, old Sllbsides, Get off
your horse, and join in my DEVOTION" said
the smith.
Il have several miles to ride" answered
the preacher, ''and | hlv'nt time, my friend.
! will call when | return"
' "Your name is Stubbleworth, and You are
the trihing hypocrite the MethodiSts have
sent here to preach, eh?"
"My name is Stubbleworth," he meekly
replied.
didn't you know my name was Ned
Forgeron, the blacksmith, that whips every
Methodist preacher that comes along!' was
asked with an audlcious look; "and how
dare you come here!"
The preacher replied that he had heard of
Forgeron's name but presumed that he did
not modest well-behlved travellers.
"You presume so! Yes, you are the most
prasumptuous people, you Methodists, that
ever trod shoe-leather, any how. Well, whaI
will you do, you beef-headed disciple you!'
Mr.. Stubbleworth protested his willing.
ness to do anything re sora5le, to avoid sucl
a pen nee.
"Well there's three things you have to dc
or I'll maui you into a Jelly. The first is
you are to quit preaching; the second is, you
must wear this last will and testlment o
! Thomas Paine next your heart. read it ever,
day, and believe every word you read; anC
! The third is, that You are to curse the Meth
: odists in every crowd you get into;'' aud tl.c
blacksmith ''sAueked'' himself, rolled up hi
sleeves, and took a quid of tobacco.
The preacher looked on during these nov
el preparations, without a line of his fac,
moving, and at the end he replied that tn,
= terms were unreasonable, and he would no
submit to them.
"Nou've got a whaling to submit to then
r I'll tear you into doll rags, corner ways!-
Get-d own you cussed long-flced hynocrite.'
The preacher remonstrated, and ForgeroI
e walking up to the horse, threatened to tea
him oil if he did not dismount; whereupoI
! the worthy man made a virtue of nece sit,
and ligated.
IL have one request to mike, nv friend
that is, TINT you wont beat ma with this @
We coat on; it was a present from the ladie
q of my last circuit, and | do not wish to hay
it torn"
'OT with it, and that suddenly, YOU bra
zen-faced imp YOU"
The Methodist preacher slowly drew o
his Overcoat. as the blacksmith continued nj
trade of abuse OF him and his sect, and throw
ing the garment behind him, he dealt NJ,
Forgeron a tremendous blow between tn
eyes, which hid that person on the grounc
. with the Testament of Tom Paine beside him
Mr.. Stubbleworth, with the tact Of connoi,
seur in such matters, did not wait for his ac
versary to rise, but bestowed his blows wit
a courteous hand on the stomach and face {
: the blacksmith, continuing his song wher
he had left Of on his arrival
Tongue cannot express the sweet con
fort" &C.,
until Forgeron, from having experience
first love, or some other sensation equal
u new 70 him, responded Justify, 80.
= "Ehougl! enough! enough-take him off.
But unfortunately, there was no one by
nerfoTm that kind office. agent the nras.L