The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1849-01-17
RUNNING DOWN THE BOASTER.

upon four legs. A nclghbor of MS dlsputeu
il, and said he had a mule which could beat
him.
"A mue?" said the boastcr, "l'lI bet you
hundred dollars of that"
"Doncp said the other.
"Done" said the boaster.
"Now cover that" said the owner OF the
mule laying down hundred dollars.
The boaster began to he frightened at this
He thought there must be something more
about the mule than he was aware OF, other
wise his owner wouldn't plank hundred dol
lars, 10 run him against horse. He began
to hitch about uncasily. lie put his hand
into his pocket; he pulled it out again. and
at last he said-"l don't know, ! swow, a
bout the tarnal mule he may be the devil
and all 10 run, for what know
DO you back out then?"
"Ycs back out and treat" So saying
he called in ihe iqnor; but declared that his
horse could beat anything which went on
four legs except the mule.
"Why," and said theothcr, "i've got
jackass that can beat him."
III bet a hundred dollars of that" said the
boaster.
"Donew said the other
And "Done!r said the boaster.
"Cover that" said the man, again putting
down.
"Cover thal!' exclaimed the boaster, $50
I will pIaugy quick, taking out his pocket
book.
"Wel; cover it if you darc-nnd III put
another hundred atop of it. Why do you
hesitate? Down with your dust say"
81 don't know faith! ] never saw that
iackass Of yours rum" said the boaster, begin
ming to hesitate, she may be the devil and all
on a race for what know
DO You funk ou, thenl"
"Yes, | aummur this time: but, by lingo,
there's nothing else you can bring except
the iackass and the mule, but what my horse
can beat"
"Are you certain q q that, my good fcI-
low!"
Il thiuk so, Gailh!' '
"Why, if you arc not quite certain, III bet
you something That I've got niger that
will outruD him."
"A nggcr!'
ayes, my nigger Tom will beat him.
"l'II bet hundred dollars of that--there
amt no nigger that ever breathcd that can
beat my horse"
"Very well, cover that" As he said this
the man put down the hundred dollars, "but,'
said he, "if yon back out this time, you shall
forfeit ten dollars; and # back out, III do
the same"
agreed" said the boastcr, "lm sure my
horse can beat niger, if he can't mule
or jackass."
well, plank it! so wllI--don't you fear
at."--Saylng this, he once more took out
his pocket book and began TO tumble for the
money.
"Come, man down with your dust said
the other. taking out more money,--"fnr
am ready 10 back my bet with another hun
drcd dolIars--or two hundred if you like.
Come, why, do you hesitate? Here's three
hundred dollars I've ready for stake"
Three hundred dolIars!" exclaimed the
boastcr, staring like stuck pig; "rhrec hum
dred dollars upon nggcr ] don't know.
swan
"What, man! you are not frightened a.
gain"
Enlightened! Oh, no---oh, no-..i's no ca
sy matter 10 lrighten me; but really"
"You mean to back out?'
Il declare, neishbor. don't know what
TO think about it, It's kind of risky busi-
ness"
"You forfeit the ten dollars then!"
"Whv, yes, 'sposc must, said the boas-
ter handing over the money, with an air OF
great notification --"bcttcr lose this than
norc---ior there's no knowing how fast these
blamed niggers will run. But any thing else
except the mule, the jackass, and the mig
ger, I'm read y TO run against"
JoE's FAILING DIsCovEREp.-Our friend
Joe is what is generally termed bad boy. and
succeeded in binding his mother for some time,
as to his imbihing propenSilies, and one morn.
ing she said to him, after he had swallowed
some half dozen cups of coffee, and as many
glasses of cold wafer. "Joseph, thee should
drink something before thee goes to bed at
night. Thee is always so thirsty in the morn.
ng." But one night, Joe came in before the
old lady retired. He sat down and with that
look Of semi intoxicated wisdom, began con.
vorsing about the goodness oflhe crops, the late
unfortunate outbreak in the meeting, and was
getting on very well until he esred what he
supposed 10 be segar on the mantle piece, he
caught it, and placing one end in his mouth be-
gan very gravely to light it at the candle. He
drew and puffed until he was getting red in the
face. The old lady's eyes were at last opened
and she addressed him-"Joseph, irthee takes
that tenpenny nail for a segar, it is time thee
went to bed"
AWFUL DEArn.-On Saturday last, at the
machine shop of Messrs Aldrich, Tying & Co,
in this city, Mr.. Joseph White, an engineer,