Democratic banner., 1849-10-29

didn't mind the fatigue SO much as bis
horse, but in a matter, such as he had 10
hand, it " as very important that he should
make as good an impression as possible, so
he adopted a plan by which he was able to
present himself before the object Of his at
Elections in order, with his Sunday coat as
clean, and his blooming rufles as fresh and
neat as if they had just come out Of a band
box. This was a happy experiment, and
what nobody but a widower would ever
idream of. He used to start from his home
with his new coat, and clean shirt tied up
in a pocket handkerchief, and after riding
within about a quarter of a mile OF Mr.
Parker's plantation, he would turn off into
Ia thicket of chinkapin bushes, where no.
body could see him, and there make his
rural toilet.
One bright Sunday morning MIR. Nip
Ipers had arrived at his dressing ground
1t was an important occasion. Every
thing was promising and he had made up
This mind to pop the question that very day.
There was no doubt in his mind that he
would return home an engaged man, and
he was reckoning over to himself the value
of Miss Nancy's plantation and niggarsI
while he was sitting OF his horse making
his accustomed change Of dress.
He had dropped the reins on his horses
neck that was browsing abount making up
his last nights scanty feed from the bushes
In his reach, and kicking and stamping at
such flies as was on him in return.
"IIl fix the business this time,'' says he,
as he united the handkerchief with his
clean clothes, and spread them on the sad
die bow.
"Wo, Ball." says he, "l've only jist got
TO say the word, and-wo," ses he to his
horse what was kicking and rarin' about.
"Wo! you cussed old fool land the bust
ness is settled jist as slick as falling of a
He was drawing his shirt off over his
head, when Ball gave a sudden spring what
like to made him loose his balance. "Wo,"I
ses he, but before he could get his arms
out of the sleeves, Ball was wheelin and
kickin like wrath at something that seemed
to trouble him from behind. Down went
the clean clothes, dirty shirt and all, on
the ground. ssBlast your internal pictur-I
wo, now" ses Mr.. Nippers, grabbin at the
relns. But before he could get hold of 'em
Ball was off like q creased streak Of light
ming towed by steamboats,, with q whole
swarm Of yellow jackets round his tail.
Mr.. Nippsrs grabbed hold Of the name
and tried to stop the horse, but it was no
use. Away went the infatuated Ball, taking
the road he was used to travel in; another
moment brung him to the house-the gates
were open and in he dashed with the ell
naked Nippers banging to his neck,
hollering "stop him, hornets! hornets II asl
lord as he could scream. Out came the
dogs, and after the horse they went round
and round the house, scattering the ducks
and chickens, and terrifying the little Mig
gers out of their senses. The uproar
brought the women to the door.
"I)on't look, Miss Nancy! hornets! wo,
kstch him % shouted the unclad Nippers.
as with spent breath he went dashing out
of the gate again, with the dogs still after
him, and his horses tail switching in every
like q young hurricane. Miss
Nancy got but one glimpse of her %forlorn
lover, and before she could get her apron
to her eyes she tainted at the auful sight,
while his fast receding voice crying, "hor-
nets |! stop him! horaets!" still rung in her
ears.
She never seen her devoted Nippers
again. The settlement was too full Of
hornets after that. What became Of him
knows, but it is generally believed
he turned into a Centaur, and is gwins
to this day, hollerin ''hornets! hornsts"
A LADY IN PANrALooNs.-Mrs. Swiss