Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-10-26
"TAKING THE MISSISSIPPI
While Mr.. Sam StockueU, the artist, NJ


While Mr.. Sam Stockpell, the artist, now
engaged on the great panorama Of The Mis-
sssippi, IN this city, was one afternoon
slowly floating down the river in his boat,
very uncomfortable shower came patter-
ing down, at the moment he was about
dropping anchor to sketch the picturesque
establishment of squa,ler. He hesta,ed
a moment, but finally lie. go, and his boat
swung around in the stream.
"Vo,, ish you going to pictur' him NIT
der rain - inquired his German boatman.
"No," says Sam, ''but Pm going to pictur'
him with the pencil. We are now about at
the right spot to take good view of that
odd-lookng cabin, and if we 60 on we will
lose it. So haul out the old umbrella, and
| will try sketch. Perhaps by the time
we finish our view, the proprietor will invite
us TO take some but,ermilk with him.
The old umbrella had, by certain violent
conclusions received on The trip, become
Iquile curiosity. One-half of the whale
bones were gone, and, when it was hoisted,
it hung like a wo-be-gone sombrero over
its owner. The pitching of it carelessly
into the boat, on sundry occasions, had in
lroduced iII-shapeG sky-ligh,s in its roof; ;
and, taken altogether, it was the sorriest a.
pology for shelter, ever stretched over a
sovereign citizen of the great United States.
Sam, however, worked away beneath the
"gingham" until he finished his SKETCH All
this time an affluent from the top Of his
cone-like covering poured food of dark
linged water through one of the holes, and
down his neck. His German watched this
stream with intense interest," as if calculating
how much the artists clothes would hold
before they would lead. When he had
finished, George, the German, broke forth
in admiration:
'Vell, for little mans you soaks more
water den ever | sees before. 1t will take
you Won week to be so nice und dry as We
vas shust now"
Just then, voice from shore hailed them:
"Look CUR, you, with that awful ugly hat;
what in thunder are you sit,in' out thar in
the rain for? Who are you? What are
you goin' TO do 20
81 am going to canuass the Mississippi"
said Sam. 49,.
"Y cure an electioneerer, ar you ~ in
CURED the squatter.
mo, no. exaclly;" said Sam, "except in
small way for my own individual benefit
am going to stake the river.'
"Whar are you going 10 take it to inquir-
ed the squatler.
"All round the country" said Sam, "and
over to England"
DWELL, afore you can do that, you'll hev
to git an awful big tub and sol yourself al
the mouth to droaD it off,
ooh, no. says Sam, 81 am dracing It
OF, now"
The squa,er looked up and down the
shore two or three times, and shouted back:
81 don't see as it gifts much lower-your
suckin' machine draws it off dreadful slow"
81 am painting the Mississippi, my friend''
answered the artist.
"Hev you go. my cabin chalked down ~
he inquired.
"Y es," answered Sam, sand you, too.''
"Good, by thunder - said the squalter.
"When yon show me to them lngIis fellars,
just tell 'em Pm Mississippi screamer-l
kin hoe more corn in day than any Yam
kee machine ever invented, and when hi,
anythin', from bullock down to human
natur', they gineraIly think ligh'nin' is
comm"
"Are you Taylor man - inquired Sam
mo, by ,hundern' says he.
"Do you 60 in for Cass, them" inquired
Sam.
"Well, calculate not, stranger" shouted
he.
"What. do you support Van Buren, ?
continued the artist.
"No, sir" shouted the screamer 81 sup.
port Betsy and the children, and it's d-n
tight screwin' to get along with them. with
corn at only twenty-five cents a bushel."
"Good bye, stick to Betsy and the chill
dren," said Sam '',he, are the best candi-
dates out - and, raising anchor he Aoated
off, As he sped onward. squa,ter's voice
reached him once more:
''Hurrah for Gineral Jackson, the old Mis-
sissippi, and me and Betsy !"-St. Louis
! Repeille.
| KEEPING THE CoMMANDMENTs.-A cler-