Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1847-06-10

uon Wnen ne reached the door, and found that the
old Swlnged Cat' was missing Down the
street he started in full rum inquiring of every one
he met whethera horse, with a load Of skins, had
been seen at large. AT last he saw crowd of PEG
pie standing before shop door in Market street.
Running towards Che crowd he saw man holding
"Swinged Cat" by the bridle in the act of leading
him of.
| Various were the curses and imprecations be-
slowed upon ''Swinged Cat" by that crowd, for in
his course he had knocked down three old apple
women, upsetting their stands and destroying all
their fruit; besides, he near killing score Of
children.
Bob at once demanded possession of his horse,
but he was informed that the horse was in custody
of the law.
Just at this moment, when Bob had almost Civ
en- up in despair, he happened to the benevolent
looking old gentleman who had pointed out the
house of MIR. Smith. To him Bob at once appeal
| ed for aid-all was arranged.
Bob now soon found out the Smith ''what bought
SKINS" and disposed of his lot very good prices.
He had promised to buy ''caliker coat" for his
wife; ten pounds of coffee for old Miss Simpson !;
some "agar draps," for Miss Hall /; bride bit for
Jack Stone, and two bundles of cotton yarn for the
Squire's wife.
The first store that attracted the attention of
Bob was a jewellers shop Market street. He
walked in boldly, and inquired for ''agar draps''
he did not keep that article for sale, but directed
Bob to brokers' office nearly opposite. The bro
ker said he was just out Of the article, but pointed
out the "Reveile" office, where, he observed
they manufactured the article in great abundance.
Bob al entered the ''Reveille" office and in
quired for the medicine.
A very good natured looking man told Bob that
ne had the right sort of medicine for that complaint
and, stepping in 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 agar out of her."
stranger" said Bob, 81 never heerd tell of such
a medicine for the agar
''Patent"" said the man.
Bob stuffed the papers in his pocket and depart
ed, with many thanks, for the Reveille man gener-
ously refused any pay for his medicine Passing
along Market street gazing with admiration on the
thousands of beautiful things that arrested his at
tention at every step, Bob entered large dry goods
store, filled with all sorts of fine goods. He con-
cluded at once that this was the place to buy his
wife "caliker coat"
stranger" said Bob to the smartly dressed
clerk, d like 10 look at some of yer calikers pro-
vided yer sells 'em cheap
In moment piece after piece of calicoes, Of the
most brilliant colors. were displayed before the
tonished eyes of Bob.
stranger" said Bob to the clerk, snow don't
hurry me; jst give me time to cotch my breath"
"Tale your own time, my dear SIR" said the
polite clerk ''but if knew the complexion of
your wife. perhaps could assist you in making a
selection"
"Her complexion !" said Bob, looking the clerk
full in the face; ''der yer think I'D marry mig
gar!'
"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 another shade"
"Wel, it may be SO in this place." answered
Bob, ''but on Goose Creek we'er only two sorts
white people and niggars.''
Gazing all around the store, feasting his eyes on
the variety Of beautiful goods, displayed in the
most tempting manner, his eyes at last lighted on
an alright stove standing in the corner of the
room.
Stranger" said lie, ''if yer have no objection,
III set down on this ERE iron box for mint I"
With bound, however, he sprung off again ex-
claiming:
Thunder! --lightnin' Durn me if don't be-
lieve there's fire in it !"
Out Of the door he rushed. and, running at 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 set on that '.box"
moment longer, he would have been ''bowed up;"
adding that, if any body ever again caught him in
St. Louis, he might have his scalp for shot
pouch