Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1847-06-10

Miss Smiths darter. Is yer mother at
home? Old Sam Rogers told me as how
if MIR. Smith warn't to home, to see Miss
Smith, and drive a trade with her for my
SKINS
The young lady told Bob that he was I'M
doubleday mistaken; that there were great
many Mr.. Smiths in ST. Louis, and that by
further inquiries, he would find the one he
was IN search Of
Bob made his best bow to the young lady,
and started in search of the right Smith.
1t would be impossible to describe the
CONSERVATION when he reached the door and
found that old 'Swinged Cat was missing.
Down the street he started in full run, in
curing of every one he met whether a
horse with a load of skins had been seen
at large. At last he saw a crowd of peo-
pie standing before a shop door in mar
ket street. Running towards the crowd he
saw man holding 'Swinged Cat by the
bride, in the act of leading him off.
Various were the curses and imprecations
bestowed upon 'Swinged Cat by that crowd,
for in his course he had knocked down
three old apple women, upsetting their
stands and destroying all the fruit; besides,
he came near killing score of children.
Bob at once demanded possession of his
horse, but he was informed that his horse
was in the custody of the law.
Just at this moment, when Bob had al
most given up in despair, he happened to
see the benevolent looking old gentleman
who had pointed out the house of Mr..
Smith. To him Bob at once appealed for
aid, and all was arranged. Bob soon found
out the MIR. Smith what bought SKINS and
disposed of his lot at very good prices.
He had promised to buy calico coat
for his wife; ten pounds of coffee for old
Miss Simpson; some lager drops far Miss
Hall; bride bit for Jack Stone, and two
bundles Of cotton yarn for the Squirrels wife.
The first store that attracted the a,ten-
ton of Bob was jewellers shop on Main
Street. He walked IN boldly and inquired
for lager draps.'
The jeweller, who was bit Of wag,
told him he did not keep that article for sale,
but directed Bob to brokers office nearly
opposite. The broker said he was just gu,
of the article, but pointed out the 'Reveille'
office, where he observed, they manufacture
ed the article in great abundance. Rob at
once entered the 'Reveille' office, and in
CURED for the medicine.
A very good na,ured looking man told
Bob he had the right sort of medicine for
that complaint, and stepping into the next
room, returned with bundle of papers,
saying:
Take these to your afflicted friend, and
tell her to read two of the papers each day
for week, and they'll shake the 'ager' out
Of her.
Stranger said Bob, Il never heern tell of
such a medicine for the ager.'
'Pateatn said the man.
Bob stuffed the papers into his pocket and
departed, with many thanks, for the Revel
lie man generously refused any pay for his
medicine. Passing along Market street,
gazing with admiration on the thousands of
beautiful things that arrested his attention
at every step, Bob entered large dry goods
store, filled with all sorts of fine goods
He concluded at once that this was the place
10 buy his wife 'callker coat
'Stranger,' said Bob to the smartly dress
ed clerk, sd like to look at some of yer
callikers, provided yer sells 'em cheap
In moment piece after piece of calicoes
of the most brilliant colors, were displaye ed
before the astonished eyes of Bob.
'Slranger,' said Bob to the clerk, now
don't hurry me jist give me time TO cotch
my breath y
Take your own time, my dear SIR said
the polite clerk; 'but if knew the com
plexion of your wife, perhaps could as
sist you in making selection.'
Her complexion!' said Bob, looking the
clerk full in the face, der yer think I'd mar
ry nigger9'
BY no means, my dear SIR answered
the clerk 'but you know there are various
shades of complexion among ladies, and
some colors suit one shade and others ano.
Their shade.'
well, it NAV be so in this place. answer
ed Bob, but on Goose Creek we're only
two sorts-white people and niggers.
Gazing all around the store, feas.ing hi:
eyes on the variety of beautiful goods dis
played in the most tempting manner, his
eye at last lighted on an air tight stove
standing in one corner of the room.
'Stranger,' said he, eff you have no objec'
ton Pll set down on this ere iron box for a
minit.'
With bound, however, he sprang off a
gain, exclaiming, Misunderstanding! Durr
me if don't believe there's fire in it!
Out of the door he rushed, and running al
full speed to the place where he fastened
old Swinged Cat he mounted: and was soon
out of the city.
Bob swore that, if he had sat on that box
amoment longer, he would have been blow
ed up;' adding, that if any body ever again
caught him in St. Louis, he mi ht have his
scalp for shot pouch.