The North-Carolina standard., 1847-09-01


e matter And with humble pride we call on those
fof our own brethren at the South, that with such
1alacrity and emphasis denounced Carolina, and
who even to this day have rankling and festering
IN their hearts hatred Of some Of her public men
for the partthey took in State resstance-toib be
1Just as open, we say at least as emphatic in their
condemnation of the downright treason IF this
term can be made appropriate)o Pennsy vania as
regards the law of '93. and of nine other States
now in league TO override the South aud the
Constitution at the same time in their course on
the Wilmot ProvisO. Macon (Ga.) Telegraph
A Coon Hunt i'm a Fency Country
| Tis really astonishin, what monstrous sight
i OF mischief is in one pint OF rum. Ii one OF EN-
was to be submitted to analizaion, the doctor
| calls IT, 1t would be found to contain ALI manner
ofdevilment that ever entered the head of man,
from cussin' and stealin' up to murder and whip
| pin his own mother, and nonsense enuff to turn
all the men in the world out f1their senses. If
a mans got any badness 10 him, i'll bring it out
1jst as sassaffas tea does the measles, and fhes
good for nothin' sort of felleri without no bad
traits pertickler, il H. bring out all bis gIeeneness
1t affects different people in different 1ways--it
makes some men monstrous brave and full of fight,
and some it makes cowards-some it makes rich
and happy, and some poor and miserable; and it
has different effect on different peoples eyes
some it makes so blind that they can't tell them
selves. One of the worst cases Of rum fooery that
I've heard Of for long time tuck place in Pine
Vile last fall .r - = ,....'-.,,.E5s - ,;a
Bill sweny and Tom CuIpepper is the two
greatest old coveys in our settlement for coon
huntin': The fact is they don't do much of any
thing else, and when they can't ketch nothin' you
may depend coons is scarce. S.. WE'LL one night
they had every thing ready for regular hunt,
but OWN 20 some extra good fortin,' Tom had got
pocket-Pistol as he called it, of regular gid ia
maky, TO keep off the rumatics After takin,
good startin' horn they went out on their hunt,
with their lighlwood torch blazin,' and the dogs
barkin' and yelpin' like forty thousand. Every
now and then stoppin' to wait for the dogs, they
would drink one anothers health, till they began
to feel very comfortable, and chatted away 8 bout
one thing and another, thout mindin' much
which way they was gwine. Bimeby they cum
to fence Well over they got, thout much diff
fculy. ...
"Who's fence is this 2' ses Bill ..... .....
-. Taint no matter ses Tom; "Iet's take sum-
thin to drink" @ -. ......-... .t.r r...
! After takin' drink they went on wonderin'
what on earth had cum. of the dogs. Next thing
they cum to was a terrible muddy branch. After
pullin' through briars and gellin' on tother. side
| they tuck another drink, and after gwine a little
further they cum to another fence--a monslrous
high one this time .{= .,ee.} i..st. r
Whar upon ..yearth is we got to, CulpePpar,
ses Bill; &c never seed sich heap Of branches
and fences in these paris" .F.-.- ....-..;
| "Why," ses Tom, =" it's all old Sturlinn's doins-
you know he's always biden fences and maxim
internal improvements, as he calls 'em. But never
mind -we's through sem now" .... ,.... -.t I
"The devil we is" ses Bill; here's the al
fredest tall fence YET" O.. -.
Shore enough, there they was, right again aR-
other fence. By this time they began to be con-
siderable tired aud Timber in the jinst and it was
sich u terrible high fence-Tom dropped the last
piece of the torch, and thar they in the dark.
' Now you is done it," ses Bill7
Tom know'd he had, but he thought it was no
use to grieve over spilled milk, so ses he:
"Never mind, old hoss-cum ahead, and I'll
take you out" and the next mint kesplash he
went into the water. ......
Bill hung on to The fence with both hands like
he thought it was slewin round to throw him of.
{" Hallow, TOm," ses he, whar in the world is
you got TO 2" 49,. .. 20. -.'....
L" Here is" ses Tom spouting the water out
of his mouth, and coffin like he'd swallowed
some thing. ........s.s. . ....... - ..,f....
{" Look out, thars another branch here"
{" Name O. sense, whar is q" ses Bill. elf
this isn't fcncy country, dad fetch my buttons"
|" Yes and branchy one too !' ses Tom, "and
the highest and the deepest and thickest that l
ever seed in my borne days" ...... e. ....
Which way is you O. says Bill. 4 81. H.. i
Here, rite over the branch" .., s.,..s t..
/ uS ueAI LnlLllI III Dill WCuG, Hp W ALiuulC
in the branch. ....... ....... ,....... .s
!" Cum ahead" ses Tom, " and let's go home"
p" Cum thunder in sich place as this, whar
IA man haint more'n got his tail unhitched from
fence fore he's head and ears in the water
After gettin' out and fecn' about in the dark a
little they got together agin. After takin' another
drink they sot out for home, cussn the fences and
the branches, and hepn' one another up now and
then but they hadn't got more'n twenty yards
fore the brung up all standin' inthe middle of
another branch. After geun' through the branch
and gwne bout ten steps, they was brung to a
halt by another fence. ..ss ..i,.. ..z.T
/" Dad blame my picter," ses Bill, s II don!
think we is bewitched. Who upon yearth would
bid fences over creation this way2" ..-.r.. ,.,;
| 1t was bout ower's job to get over this one,
but after. they got on top they found the ground
on lother side thout much trouble. This time
the bottle was broke, and they cum moustrous
near havin fight bout the catastrofy. But it
was a very good thing, it was, for after crossing
three or four more fences it got to be daylight and
they found out that they had been climin the same
fence all night, not moren a hundred yards from
whar they first come to it. FL '-setl .5l0te aJls.
- Bill Sweeny ses he can't account for it other
way but that the Ticker sort o turned tner heds,
and he ses he does really believe if il hadn't GIN
out they'd been climbin' that same fence, and
wadin that same branch yity Bill promised his
wife to iine the Temperance Society IT she wouldn't
say no moro bout that Coon Hunt. IL. H4soa b'l
| Western Continent
b. aSIonderoUs. Somebody who has been, disap.
pointedaiu matters connected with the tender pas