Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-03-11

corda Intelligencer gives the following account of
an interview between Mr.. Clay, and an uncouth, but
honest-hearted admirer of that great Statesman:
While Mr.. Clay and the crowd of friends who had
accompanied him to the landing at Natchez, to show
respect to his departure on Saturday last, wal
ting the bank until the beautiful Princess pre-
pared to receive her distinguished guest all of sud-
den, conversation interrupted by the loud, free,
and seemingly fearless voice OF some one breaking his
way through the outer crust of the party.
s'Whar is he, eh ?-Whar is he Which is old
Gloriousr'
The language and style, and the vehemence of the
speaker, who was tall, powerful and healthy-look-
ing countryman, and who was hewng passage for
himself the center of the crowd as he spoke drew
an eyes toward him. As well as others, Colonel
who was close along side of Mr.. Clay at the time,
was instantly tickled with the mans countenance as
he usually is with the appearance of any thing from
which sport may be extracted.
''Hilloa, my old stud" sung out the Colonel as
yourself for %
"Whar is he % anxiously cried the stranger, look
ing around him.
s'Whof' inquired the Colonel.
"Who?-the Devil (pushng the Colonel aside)
who should it be! why, the old boss himself mean"
At this instant he faced and at once recognized
Mr.. Clay, whom he had never seen before. Starting
back suddenly, and recovering from momentary en-
barrassm ent, he exclaimed, By the holly, it is-yes,
snipes and turkies! it is old Harry hs-self;" then
rushing forward, almost frantic with joy, and seizing
hold of him with both hands, he drew him around af
ter him some half dozen times, Jumping, stamping,
singing and halloong he widely scattered the cir
Gle of friends them, and made them "clear the
track" for both him and sold Kentucky. This whir-
ling salutation was done and over IN twinkling.
AS soon it over, without giving the individual
about whom he was so entused time to breathe, the
stranger went on.
"Hooh hurrah! but We stand it nicely, old gen.
tleman. l thought the last pop nd laid We low, but
by the powers ofmud, we had another fair game of
Poker to play, b'lieve ye'd only not showed yer
hand. But sink politics. Well, we see, know as
there's nothing but you con tell something about,
ali but ,can thing an about that ye know nothin,-
Here he made halt to catch breath, and Mr.. Clay,
who was both amazed and amused with his new
friend contented. himself with smiling.
'sThere's wan thing say you don't know nothin
about (he contnued) and that us swampers across
thar in Louisiana is long was ahead of your boys
upin Kentucky in things and we're fast ketchin
up wi We in eithers. An wan thing is sure, that
swamp hogs is ahead of all other hogs, d.
take the odds how We drive the animal; and thars a
par of the prmiest hogs that fattened that
Pm in tho
say yell take them and put them on yer great old
farm Eve heerd SO much of up in Kaintuck-rm par
fatty satisfied. It's all ask; jest say if yell take
the critters along; that's what want to be at"
Mr.. Clay, still smiling, nodded assent.
'Enough said, old Standby screamed out the
swamper, who was SO overoyed with Mr.. Clay's &C
ceptance of his present almost to shake his
of, ''enough said, Mr.. Clay; the hogs'll travel
Thur yourn by the first boat; and we seed moth
in so prime in the hog line, promise We; farewell,
God blessye. Look out for the hogs;" (making his
way out of the crowd) s'the raal grit, sir-genune
swamp scrougers, but they'll speak for ourselves
when we get them alone. God bless ye again I'm
off,
By the time he had got through with all this, he
AANN
gazing upon him for time.
In an instant more he was on his horse and away.
Mr.. Clay and his friends laughed heartily at the
idea of the hog speaking for themselves but the
nestness and warmth of friendship shown by the
stranger broughta kindly glow over the hearts of
present.
And well it might. That mans manner and con-
versation rough unrestrained and defiant though
they seemed, mo one could help seeing, the man
Hesitation of an honest, guileess, whoe-souled and
disinterested friend of the great the sight of
whom had overjoyed him. He had all his life view.
ed Mr.. Clay with the same feelings of wild enthusi-
asm that SO may thousand entertained for Gen. Jack
son, during his lifetime. He had staked and lost.
This pile on old Kentucky"
and would do it again, thousand time, if the occa-
sion offered He had allowed himself to believe that
Mr.. Clay was ''the greatest man alive; 'and when he
found himse for the first time in his presence. his
Joy and excitement fairly overthrow him, and he
could have laid down his life for him on the spot with
a feeling of triumph. How refreshing must the con-
temptation of such feelings and conduct be to the
mind of pubic man when he places it in contrast
with the of the polished fawning seeker after
place-of the heartess 1atterer who measures out
his declarations of friendship by his prospects of
ward, and worships the man only as the represents
tive of the darling Office, which turn the political
tide may place in his bestowal.
g s - So ~ ------------------- - tElssa
SCRAPS OF WIsDoM.-Speak your mind when it
is necessary, and hold your tongue when you have
nothing to say. so ssa5l q gset s1si) &