Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-06-04
TOO GOOD TO BE LOST.

The story of Judge Douglas has suggested
to field, of the St. Louis ReveiIIe, the follow
ing adventure OF Missouri politician =
The gentleman of Illinois is not the only
gentleman whose legs have lead him into en-
barrassment A political friend of ours, equal
ly happy IN manners if not in his party, a
mong the Missouri constituency, found him
self, while canvassing the State, last summer,
for Congress, IN even a more peculiarly per-
picking predicament than the Illinois Judge
There is a spot in the South western part of
this State, known as the Fiery Fork of Honey
Run "a delicious locality, no doubt, as the
run of honey IS of course accompanied by
corresponding flow of milk, 'and q mixture
of milk and honey or at any rate, milk and
:peach,' is the evidence of subunary content
ment, every place where they have preach
ing!
Honey Rum further christianized by the
presence OF an extremely hospitable family,
whose mansion, comprising one apartment
neither more nor lesS-ls renowned for being
never shut against the traveller, and the eX
pense of rheumatism in his shoulder, its
numerous unaffected cracks and spaces clearly
showing, that dropping the latch was use
less formality-
The venerable host and hostess, in their one
apartment, usually enjoy the society OF two
sons, four daughters, sundry dogs and nIggers,
and as many lodgers, as may deem 1t prudent
to risk the somewhat equivocal allotment Of
sleeping partners. On the night in question,
Our friend, after hearty supper OF ham and
eggs, and canvass OF the Fiery Forkers, the
old lady having pointed out his bed, felt very
weary, and only looked for an opportunity to
turn In though mosquitoes were tTumping
all kinds OF wrath, and no net appeared to bar
them.
The dogs flung themselves along the floor,
or again rose, restlessly, and sought the door
step; the old man stripped, unscrupulously,
and sought his share of the one, collapsed
looking pillow, and his sons, cavalierly fol-
lowed his example, leaving the old woman.
gals and Stranger to settle any question OF
delicacy which might arise.
The candidate yawned, went to his bed,
went to the door, looked at the daughters
finally, in down right reckIessnes5, seating
himself upon sdowny,' and pulling of, his
coat. Well he pulled off his coat-and he
folded his coat, and then he yawned, and then
he whistled, and then he called the old lady
attention to the fact, that it would never Go to
sleep in his muddy trousers, and then he I'M
did his vest, and then he whistled again, and
then, suddenly an idea of her dodgers possible
embarrassment seemed to flash upon the old
woman, and she cried
Gals, just turn your backs round TIL the
stranger gifts into bed
The backs were turned, and the stranger
did git into bed in less than no time, when
the hostess again spoke
Reckon, stranger as you amt used to Us,
you'd better-kiver up until the gals undress,
hadn't you"
By this time our friends sleepy fit was over,
and though he did 'kiverup,' as desired, some
how or other, the old counterpart was equal
ly kind In hiding his bushes, and favoring his
sly glances The nymphs were soon slowed
away, for there were neither bustles 10 unhitch