The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1847-08-31
WILL WILDFIRE BEFORE THE NEW
ORLEANS RECORDER.

| ORLEANS RECORDER.
A discharged Volunteer, answering accor-
ding to the New Orleans Delta, to the name
of Will Wild6re, was recently brought before
the Recorder, in rather mixed crowd of all
| sorts of characters.
Will (says The Deta) had on coarse blue
cloth Jacket with broad white strips in accuie
angles on the arms, and any quantity Of tar
nished buttons down The front and about the
sleeves. His pantaloons might have been
made for Gen, Minon or Canales for aught
we know. They were made of green cot
ton velvet slashed with wide seams of shin
ing black leather, and ornamented with any
quantity Of little silver buttons, which jing-
led like Shakespeare's bells call out oftune."
Will had evidently left the rude couch of
war for bed quite as hard, that is to say the
street. Wills hands we're toe nervous TO
grasp the but-end of musket, and his brain
was TOO much aurried TO answer to the ques-
ticns of the greatest martinez in the art OF
war, but Wills tongue was voluable, and 1t
tremblcd like the wire of magnetic tele-
graph TO give vent to its burden.
"Will Wild6re," said The Recorder, "you
were found drunk last night"
Win rose majestlcally, and saluting the Re-
corder, said, "your right Captain; but may |
be presumed TO talk to this Court Martlala''
"You can state your case, but do not be
long about it,"
"Sir-I beg your pardon Captn, I'm right
straight from Tennessee, but would llst as
leave been born in Kaintuck or Mississippi.
When herd that old boss Doniphan was 60
in 10 raise a regiment to through Chewarwar
and Santa Fe, dropped my plane, and told
the planks they might 60 to h--D. Well |
found that couldn't 60 along with him, so
started down the river, and at Louisville l
iincd Marshall's cavalry. | had the cussed-
est boss that you ever did see, but he was
snor,er when fight came on. He'd break
his martingale, and throw out his hind feet
as if he wanted TO kick the whole Mexican
nation into futurity and there was one small
Mexican gentleman that think was knocked
considerably far into the mellifuent state
and" ..
awe don't want 10 hear anything about
your horse VIC only want TO hear how it was
that your were found drunk in the street last
night"
Why, you see, Colonel, about week ago,
old Col Larned, the Paymaster, gave me my
dimes, and asked one OF my mess, Bill
Jones, irhe wouldn't take drink. We took
couple of horns and got talking about poly
tics. Bill said the Wings was goin to run
Gen. Taylor for President, and | said the old
man wouldn't run no how. He then said
Gen. Scott was The man who had planned
out all our battles, and told him if old Zack
had been left alone he'd had his old crooked
nose smelln the perfumes Of the halls Of the
Mentezumers months ago. Bill got mad al
this, for he's an ALFRED strong Scott man
and we took another horn. Coming out el
the doggery, Bill told me was fool and
told him he was liar. He gave me Pale
Alto lick in the head; and | returned the
complimen, by regular Monterey sock dol
oyer in the bread basket. He then come
the Cerro Gordo touch on my nose, which
repaid by Buena Vista plug in the mouth
This last lick settled him, arter which | went
to take horn, and Iguess follered 'en
UP until | was wuss than the beast with
tile seven horns spoken of in the Revelations
The Recorder read Will a lecture, and tolt
him that il would be we'll for him to draw ou
by means of an emeiic the horns that he hat
taken, and never again meddle with military
politicians.