Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1849-08-09

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OR HOW THE HoosIER COME IT.
Many years ago a HOosier who had just struck New
Orleans for the first time, after his fatboat was made
snug and fast, went up to see the sights OF The cry.
Passing ST. Charles he stopped Immediately In front
Of the st. Charles Hotel. and looking up, seemed to
scrutinize the building with the eye of an archItectu-
raj connoisseur.
After satisfying his gaze he asked of a passer-by
what building il was; on being told it was a hotel,
he enquired for the entrance, and being told. he as
cended the steep steps. Approaching the office, he
induired for the landlord, of whom he inquired IT he
could get "a bte'' to eat. Mr.. E. r. Nudge, who
was he host at that lime, and who is a hoSi at all
times, humoring the fellow, told him ne could do SO
by paying a dollar. After considering for some time
on this item, and gravely looking his host IN the face
he said, "Well, III. 90 it; thar's my dollar, whars
your dinner 90 s'Well,r said the other, with a smile,
ait is not ready yet, but take a seat at the table there.
and Won can amuse yourself with the papers Tor hall
an hour when you will hear the gong which VIII IN
form you that dinner is ready" "The gong. what's
that ~ asked the Hoosier. ''Oh, you will ind out
when YOU hear it." replied Nudge. Satisfied with
this answer, the HoOsier, after looking wildly around
him, sat d~wn and %rummaged over the papers. lin
sped on at its customary rate. when suddenly the gong
sounded, and as usual the crowd moved for the dining
room.
Recovering from his establishment at the noise of
the gong, and seeming the delicious fumes of the din
ner, the HOosier made a rush through the crowd Tor
a seat. but being met by the host he was conducted TO
his allotted chair. The gentlemen seated on each
side of him as well as the gentleman opposite MN,
had their wine before them.
After finishing his soup and having his plate well
filed, the Hoosier observed the gentlemen helping
themselves freely to wine, and, so, seizing the bottle
of his right-hand n~eighbor, he attempted to help him.
self, when he was modesIly informed that the wine
was private" The Hoosier did not seem to COM
prehend. and with a blank sort of look, resumed his
knife and fork. On laying them down again, and
having apparently come TO the conclusion that 1t could
not all be ''private" wine, he seized hold OF his LETT
hand friends bottle. Stop, if you please, SIR said
the offended individual with a fierce look. that Is prl-
vate wine, s r. The Hoosier looked still more aston
ished and finding it a hard case, thought he would
make another trial any how. So reaching across the
table, he seized the bottle opposite to him, and was
just in the act of filling his glass, when his uis-a-riS
Te-echoed. private wine, sir, if you please and with
drew the bottle from the fearful leakage it was about
TO undergo.
The green 'un' becoming enraged at being foiled
on every side. and observing that there was a general
simpering and tittering among the walters, turned on
the servant who stood at the back of his chair, and
who had taken away his plate for the fifth or sixth
time, and cried out to him with an oath to bring back
his plate, and if he took it away again, he'd be dod
rot if he didn't draw his picker on him. and. as suit
ing the action to the word, put his hand into his bos-
ON, showing the handle of a huge bowie-knife.
After this, things went on quietly till the desert
came upon the table, when a large Charlotte RuSSe
pudding was set right before the Hoosier. This he
Immediately drew up near his plate, and looking right
and left at his n~eighbors, he helped himself to a large
portion of it. Keeping his eyes fixed upon the dish,
while eating he perceived his right hand nelghbor at
tempting to withdraw the dish from him. No You
don't. mister said the hoosier to him, that thar pud-
ding is pirate pudding. The left hand gentleman,
not observing what had passed, then said. ALLOW me
to take this pudding, sir No. you can't take that
thar puddin', said the hoosier, with a scowl, that's
pirate puddin'. And he re-helped himself. Shortly
after. the gentleman opposite was in the act IF draw
ing the dish over to him, Hold on, Mister said the
hoosier, with n look of triumph, I'D have you know
that that puddin' is pirate Puddin', while at the
same time he put his thumb to his nose and made
sundry gyrations with his fingers. You can't come
it over me- he continued, feeling that a joke had been
practised upon him. Private wine, eh'
The attention of the table being attracted during
the latter scene, the gentlemen around burst into a
roar of laughter, and soon the whole story was whis-
pered from one to another. The thing took SD well
that every gentleman was induced to send his bottle
to the hoOsier, with his compliments, and our ''green
'un" soon became as merry as a lord. Hiccoughing,
as he left the table, he turned to the gentleman and
said -"Well, old (hiccough) fellows, you (hiccough)
couldn't Chic) come it over me with your (hic) private
wine" The glasses fairly danced upon The table with
the uproar and laughter which this last remark Gre
nted, and the hoosier, staggering out Of the room,
made the best of his way to the boat.
Two OF Em.-.Scraps," of the Tuscaloosa Obser-
yer, is 'some ~punkins' sure, if we may judge from
the following laconlc correspondence
Scraps used to manage the business of an uncle in
Pittsburgh, who among other peculiarities, was ever
economical with words. One day the old gentleman,
hearing that there was a boat at wharf, by which he
wished to make a large shipment of coal, he wrote
thus TO Scraps:
Dear Scraps:
board. Yours, NUNcLE.
Scraps beat him, though, at his own game. He
wrote back:
Dear NuRc:
Yours, SCRAPS.
Explanation - Se-mi-col-on, (See my coal on
board) Colon, Goal on.)
PATRIorIc-BY ~JINKs.-Brother jerks. of the La