Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-03-09
A YANKEE STORY,

AS RELATED BY "YANKEE HILL" AT THE
PRINCIPAL THEATERs IN THE UNITED
STATES.
How are ye7 How dye do, all on ye?
Wall, I'm here, reckon, and no mistake.
I'm all the way from Rum Pint. where
father carries on the lard and sausage bust
ness. exten.SiUe, tell you. Red flannel
is in some demand in them diggins, reck-
on. I'm something of crab in them
parts, | do suppose; bat l don't amount
to no great deal here. I'm live Yankee,
though, and by the great home-spun, I'll
put her through, II be darned to darnation
if / don't, If it kills every COW ia dads
barn. You'll sarch one while, [ tell you,
afore you'll find man, that, take him by
and large, is equal to me of our free and
enlightened citizens. The British can
lick all the world, and we can lick the
British. We're clear grit, ginger to the
back bun, you may depend. rs gener.
ally allowed there amt the beat Of us to
be found anywhere. Though say it that
shouldn't say it, we fairly take the shine
off all creation. We are az tually equal to
cash. f-.a
guess the Yankees can see pcsky
ways further ahead than most folks. They
can cen Almost ses round t'other side Of a
thing--and some on 'em has hurt their
eyes By it, and that's the reason such a
sight on 'em wears Spectacles.
Well, I'm here-but don't zactly know
what to do, now I'm here. Spose'n / tell
you small bit about my sister SAILS court
ship? You don't know Sal, any on ye.
do ye? Sal Slocum, down to Rum Pint
Deacon Slocum's oldest darteF2 The
very sight O. Yankee gals is good foE sore
eyes, do believe. The. dear little crit.
ters, they do lopk so scrumpIiOus, and so
all jo.trt good--licki it makes my mouth
water to think on 'em. Wall, sister Sal
was a real witch of a gala most ever
lasiin' sweet gal was Sal-you will scarce
ever see more out and out, CON. plete crit
ter than she was-fust chop, real upper
crust, AID no mistakes full of fan nd
frolic as kitten.
Wall, Jim Monroe was a-coursin sister
Sal, and he fairly turned the gals head.
Jim was desperate idle,good-lor.n nothing,
do.little sort OF a fellow; but the more we
wanted Sal to give him up, the more she
wouldn't do it, and we got plaguy Uneasy
about il, for his character wasn't none Of
the best. He was a universal favorite
with the gals--though he didA't behave
very putty, neither-forgetting to marry
where he hadn't ought to forget to, by a
darned site. si'.E Za*ia 81 g q
At last, one evening. when he came a.
courtin, father says to him, Jim, says he
to him, and says jim, WHAT and says he,
Jim. you'll never come 60 no good if you
act like old Scratch rs you do; you aint
fit to CT me into no decent mans house, &
your room would be ten times more agree
able than your company WON'T consent
to SAILS gOih 10 them quiItip parties and
huskin frolics no more with you; for you
know how Polly White got her character
fixed to one on 'em.s iala is. ssi $50 @
Now don't, says Jim, Che was ALFRED
slick At soft sawder. mo don't say no more
about thst-l'm going to settle right down,
and take farm g sal Sd ,bsas' Ell
'Yes,' says father, land you could stOcl
Il, too, by all accOants--butit won't do.
tell you once for ell, you must give up I'll
thoughts of Sal from now to syerlaslin.'
When Sal heard this, she nit away like