The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1849-05-11

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Of the blanket-coat became visible, on the rise
by M'Clendon's, whisking about the popy's
rump! Lay whip, Sheriff; your bays lazyH
The old bay gains on Button, however. But
now they turn down the long hill towards
IOhnston's Mill Creek. Right steadily the pony
bears his master on, but the bay is overhuuling
him fast! They near the creek! He has him
-no!-the horse runs against the pony-falls
himself-prOjects his rider into the thicket on
the right-and knocks the pony and its rider
into the stream.
1t happened that by the conclusion or some
other cause, the girth Of Captain Sugg's saddle
was broken 80 that neither himself nor his sad
die was precisely on Buttons back when they
reached the water. It was no time to stop for
trifes however, SO leaving the saddle In the
creek, the Captain bestrode the bare back Of
his painting animal, and made the best Of his
way onward. He knew that the Sheriff would
still follow, and he therefore turned from the
road at right angles, skirted the creek swamp
for o mile, and then took direction by which
he would reach the road again, four or five
miles from the scene Of his recent submer-
sion.
The dripping Captain and his reekihg steed
cut a dolotous figure, as they traversed the
woods. 1t was rather late in the season to
make the hydropathiC they had so lately un-
dergone agreeable; and the departure of the
Captain from Dadeville had been too unexpeC-
ted and hurried to allow the slightest opportu-
nifty for filling his quart ticker. Wonder,'
said he to himself, if | won't take q fit afore l
git any more-or else have a carryvan of blue
nose monkeys aad forky-tail snakes after me
and so get a sight of the menajjeria, 'thout pay
i'm the fustred cent! Git up you id In
janr With these last words, Simon vigor
ously drove his heels against Buttons side, and
In half hour had regained the road.
Scarcely had Captain Suggs trotted an hun
dred yards, when the sound of horses feet be-
hind him caused him to look back. 1t was
the Sheriff.
Halo, Sheriff, stop? said suggs.
The Sheriff drew up his horse.
"l've got a proposition to make to you; you
can go home with me, and thar l can give
bond"
'Very WE'LL said the Sheriff.
"But hands off till we git thar, and you ride
fifty steps ahead Of me, for fear Of accidents
that's the proposition.
T'Agreedh
"Not SO fast,' said snggs; ''thar's a condi.
tion.'
"What's that!
'Have you got any liquor along.
The Sheriff pulled out a black bottle by way
of reply.
Now said Capt. Suggs, 'do you put the
bottle on that stump thar, and ride out from
the road fifty yards, and when | git it take
your p%ersition in front.
These maneuvres were performed with much
accuracy, and the parties being ready and the
captain one drink ahead.
'For-rard, march, said Suggs.
In this order, the sheriff and the captain
wendell their way; until they arrived at the
crossing of Eagle Creek, a stream having a mi-
ry swamp on each side. AS his pony was
drinking, an idea popped into the captains
head which was Immediately acted upon. He
suddenly turned his'pOny's head down stream,
and in half a minute was out Of sight.
Come, Bnston,' says he, 'let's hunt wild
cats a spell
The Sherff, almost as soon as he missed our
hero, heard him FLASHING down the creek. He
plunged into the swamp with the intention Of
heading him, but the mud was SO soft that af-
ter Aoundering about a little while, he gave it
up and returned to- the road, cursing as much
for the loss of his black bottle, as Of the cap
tain. I
Hello, Ellisp shouted Suggs!
Hello, yourself9
Don't you try that swamp any morej i'll
mire butterflies, in spotsP
mo danger,' was the response.
tAnd don't you try to follow me OH that tall
horse, down the run of this creek if you do,
you'll have both eyes hanging on bamboo bril-
ers in goin' a hundred yards-besides mocca''"
time liant oper yet, and there's lots of lem a
bout these old logsn
'Take care of yourself, you ID old thiefH
said the irritated officer.
'Once again, Ellis, old fellown said Suggs
cOaxingly:
sWhat do you wantg
Nothin,' only Pm much obleeged to you Tor
this black bottle-here's Ark!-you can charge
the price in the next bill of costs you get agin
meg
The discounted sheriff could stand this
j%eering from the captain no longer, so he put
spurs to his horse and left,
NOV, Lord,' murnured Suggs, lettest thou
thy servant depart in peace, for III just be
id if there's any chance to keep up with
me now land wonders a blasted horsln' log.