Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1849-08-22
v Pudding;
OR HOW THE HoosIER COME IT.

he stopped Immediately in front Of the St.
Charles Hotel, and looking up, seemed to
scrutinize the building with the eye of an arch
~itectural connoisseur.
After satisfying his gaze, he asked Of a pas
ser-by what building it was; on being told it
was a hotel, he enquired for the entrance, and
being shown, he assembled the steep steps,
Approaching the office, he enquired if he could
get "a bite, to eat. Mr.. E. R. Nudge, who was
the host at that time, and who is 4 host at all
times, humoring the fellow, told him he 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:
swell, I'll 60 it; thar's your dollar, whar'syonr
dinner"
"Well," said the other, with a smile, it is
not ready yet, but take a seat at the table
there, and you can amuse yourself with the
papers for half an hour, when you will hear the
gong, which will inform you that dinner is
ready"
"The gong! what's that?" asked the Hoo
sier.
'Oh you will find out when you hear it" re-
piled Nudge.
Satisfied with this answer, the Hoosier, after
rummaged over the papers. Time sped on at
lis CuSIOuld1 IutC3 WieL 5uAASihy |S S"S
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 dinner, the Hoosier made a rush
through the crowd for 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 him, had their
wine before them.
After finishing his soup, and having his plate
well filled, the Hoosier observed the gentleman
helping themselves freely to wine, and, so,
Selling the bottle of his right hand neighbor,
he attempted to help himself, when he was
modestly informed that the wine was "private."
The Hoosier did not seem to comprehend,
and with a blank sort of a look resumed his
knife and fork. On laying them down again,
and having apparently come to the conclusion
that it could not all be sprivate wine" he seized
hold of his left hand friends bottle.
"Stop if you please, sir" said the offended
individual, with a fierce look, "that is private
wine, sir"
The Hoosier looked still more astonished,
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 ~vis-a-vis re-echoed " private wine, sir,
if you please" and withdrew 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 titering among
walters, turned on the servant who had
his plate for the fifth or sixth time, and
Fout to him with an oath, to bring back
plate, and that if he took it away again,
gd be dod rot if he didn't draw his picker on
d" and, as suiting the action to the word,
III his hand in his bosom, showing the handle
s8f a huge bowie knife.
After this, things went on quietly, till the
desert was put on the table, when a large dish
of @Charlotte Russo" was set right before the
Hoosier. This he Immediately drew near his
plate, and looking right and left at his neighbors,
he helped himself to a large portion of it.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the dish, while eating
he perceived his right hand neighbor attempting
to withdraw the dish from him.
"No you don't Mister" said the Hoosier to
him, shat thar puddin' is private puddiu'."
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 priraae pud-
din" and he re-helped himself.
Shortly after the gentleman opposite was in
the act Of drawing the dish over to him.
@Hon on, Mister" said the Hoosier, with a
look of triumph, @Td have you to know that
that puddin' is private puddiln'," while at the
y pne time he put his thumb on his nose and
NNade sundry gyrations with his fingers.
rYou can't come it over me-" he continued,
Sling that a joke had been practiced on him
Prlyate vine, chi"
Inc attention Of the table being attracted
curing the latter A"ene, the gentlemen around
burst into q roar o. laughter. and soon the
whole story was Whispered from one to an.
other. The thing took SO we'll that every
gentleman was induced to send hn hottie -
the Hoosier with his compliments, and o'r
a"green 'un' soon become as merry as a lora"A
Hiccoughingg as he left the table, he turned
round to the gentlemen and said:
swell old (hiccough) fellows, you (hiccough1
couldn't (hiccough) o it over lhiccoughl
me with your (hiccough) private wine.o
The glasses fairly danced upon the table
with the uproar and laughter which this last
remark created, and the Hoosier staggering ont
OF the room made the best Of his way to his
ooat.-lN. O. Picayuae.
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