Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1849-07-12
How Lazy Sam Wen the Race.

A kentuckan horse droyer being in South
Carolina with drove, happened TO take i, to
the neighborbood Of General H, whose
character for jockeying and maneuvering in
trade is much more celebrated than his fests in
arms The KenIuckian having perfec, ac-
quaintance with his character, went to see him
TO sell him horses--or TO swap--or 10 run
race, as the des,inies might order and decree
He was one of our careless, unc0ncsrned,
knock down and drag g-out looking sort OF fell
lows; who would assume just as much sim
plicity of counienance and address, as cireum-
stances nigh, require. He had The appearance
OF abou, twenty-five or ,wen,y-ihree years of
age, and as usual was dressed in the blue
mixed jeans to hide dirt, and wore a drab col.
ored ha, for the same reason
Gineral," said he, 81 am just from old
Kain,uck, with some powerful nice horses, and
may be you want some Daddy told me if
come on your parts TO call on you, and he rec
koned may be you would buy pair of matches.
or hold me out in ,radin; for he said you had
power of money, and understood trad,n TO
scribe. Here's letter from him." handing
one. ''And besides I've as nice pair of
matches, as you could shake stick al and
as tight nag for quarter, Dadd, says, as any
in The parts he says | must run no races,
cause | mought lose, and we wan, all The mon.
ey we can scrape to pay for land. Bu, reck-
on he'd suit you TO fraction Gaze you're a
spor,in character, and mought win powerful
chance Of money on him.
While he was thus introducing himself and
telling bis business, the General opened The
letter which read as follows -
Dear General take this opportunity, to
wright 10 you by my job, who is taken the first
drove he ever driv, and want you to roll logs
a leetle for him. if 50 he suits you jobs spry
enough a. home. bu, hasn't Gu, his eye teeth,
and if you'll lend him hand I'll due as much
for any of your boys if you've 60, any, when
soever.hey come here tradin or any thing else
So no more at present but remain your affec.
tionate friend I'LL death. PETER ToMpKINs
The hero of our horse races, cotton bags.
and sugar hogsheads, .houghs he perceived a
nea, speculation and acted accordingly. Mr..
Job Tompkins was received with much cour-
tesy; his man and boy entertained with the
best 10 the larder; while his ve-and twenty
horses were no, neglected. Il is true the Cen
eral had not the slightest recollection of his
friend and correspondent Peter Tonpkins-
He nigh, have once known him, or MOTT
was The same thing Here was Job, raw
Kentucky STRIPPING with twenty five horses,
as easily squeezed as a ripe lemon. /, was
mol in his nature 10 forbear.
In the meantime, Mr.. Job Tompkins made
himself quite free and easy and staggered
about the costly furnished apartment as if he
had been in log cabin He viewed the sill
yer plate on the sdeboard with much apparent
astOnishment and pair of silver snuffers,
especially, exciled his curiosity.
" Lord, Gineral ar them thar cande-snuf.
fers made out of the pure stuff! Inever seed
any afore bu, r'n ones and many uses her
sheers. And all them ar things on iha. ar big
chisi (ihe sideboard) is The rae spanish cast
ings heard talk Of this afore, but never seed
il. Now if was to tell this in our settlement,
may be they wouldn't hop stradde of me, and
ride right over me rough shod, for liar. But
they say you're powerful sight the riches,
man in the South States, aint you ?
To all which the General returned suitable
answers and Mr. Job and he were hand in
glove, for the time being. Each man resO.
lu,ely ben. TO make successful lodgment in
his neighbor's pocke, with the view of taking
il oIt-a Herculean task TO be sure-when Job
heard in the next room the sound of music
Several Kentucky reels were played, anon,
the sweet breathings of melodious voice
sung " Sweet-sweet home"
May be ID" said Job, /" If that don.
beat Bob Walker, and. he's patch above CON-
mon. But that ain, none of your music boxes,
| know il can't be. Is i, p
My daughter is playing on the piano. said
the General, i've will walk in the room and
hear her." Here were Establishments 10 strike
job dumb, and entrance all his senses.
AThe man who has no music in his soul,
And is not moved with concord of sweet sounds
Is fit for treasons, stratasems, and spois"
job Thought man might love music and
spos also. He felt liking for both. Thete-
fore he applauded The music in his owa way
most rap,urously.
Said Job. " May never pull another trigger.
il she's no, prming above anything ! heard
talk about. Why, she's chartered! She's a
ra.af one, assure you. Why. i's enough TO
make fellow swim that cant; and ifh wasnt
For all these fine kverlids over The track. fthe
,arpe,) and had partner TO my mind. I'D 60
ny drove TO nothing or less, can shake the
icks off any boy you can produce"
The General now though. the Ken,uckian
pe enough TO aid in which he had been