Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1849-11-30

let 'em c0me--let Mr.. Van buren, come
looking as savage as a Bengal tigress
-"Oh, | wish he iDouM come'-and
her nostrils dilated, and he eyes cleaned
I'D cut his head off, id lsai
l.That might kill him. we ventured to
remark, by way Of a joke. tg7a
"kill him--oh--if | had him here by
the years | reckon l WouM kill him. A
pretty fellow to be ea,in' his vittals out'n
gold spoons thai poor peoples taxed for,
aud raisin' an army TO get him made king
Of Ameriky-the oudacious, nasty, stink
ing old scamp!" She paused a moment,
and then resumed. Sand now, mister,
list put down what l tell you on that pa
per. aad don't be tellin' no lies to send
TO Washington city. Jist put down Ju-
dy Tompkins, ageable woman, and four
children
We now begged the old lady 10 dis
miss her canine friends, that we might
go ont and depart; and forthwith mount
ing our old black, we determined to give
the old soul a parting fire. Turning half
round in order to face her, shouted
"Old 'oman!"
"Who told you TO call me old oman,
you longlegged, hatchet-faced whelp you,
Ill make the dogs take you off that
horse if you give me any more sarse.-
What do you want"
.'Do you want to get married."
"Not to you, if l dor
"Placing our right thumb on the nasal
extremity of our countenance, we said,
"You needn't be uneasy old 'un, on that
score-though you might suit sore leg
ged Dick s. up our way, and
should like to tell him what to tell him
he might count on, if he came down next
Sunday!"
"Here, Bull" shouted the widow,
.ssick him, Pomp!'' but we cantered of,
unwounded fortunately by the fangs Of
Bull aud Pomp, who kept up the chase
as long as they could hear the cheering
voice of their mistress-"S-i-c.k Pomp
sick, sick, sick him, Bull-suboy
suboy! suboy!"
Our next adventure was decidedly n
dangerous one. Fording the Tallapoo-
sa river, where its bed is extremely unev-
en-, being formed Of masses Of rock full
Of assures, and covered with Shiny green
moss, when about two thirds of the way
across, we were hailed by Sol Todd from
the bank we were approaching. We
stopped to hear him more distinctly.
"Hellow! little squire, you a chicken
huntin' to day?"
Being answerered afitmatively, he con
tinued-"You'd better mind the. holes in
them ere rocks-if your horses foo, gifts
ketched in 'em you'll never git out
You see hal big black rock down to your
right! Well, there's good bottom down
below that. Strike down thar, outside
that little rifile--and nass~ cut right into
that smooth water and come across!"
We followed Sol IS directions TO the
letter, and plunging into the smooth ga
ter, we found it to be a basin surrounded
with steep lodges of rock,and deep enough
To swim the horse we rode. Round and
round the poor old black toiled without
finding any place at which he could ef-
fec. a landing so precipitous were the
sides Sol occasionally asked US "if the
bottom wasn't first rate" bu, did nothing
to help us. AT length W. scrambled out,
wei and chilled to the bone-for it was a
sharp September orning-and coEtin-
ued our journey, not a little annoyed by
the boisterous, roaring laughter Of the
said solomon, at our picturesque appear.
ance.
W. hadn't more than got out Of hear
ing of Sol's cachinatory explosions, be-
fore we met one of his n~eighbors, who
gave. US to understand that the ducking
we had just received, was but the fulfill
ment OF a threat Of Soils, TO make the
chicken man take a swim in the xBuck
Hole" He had heard of our stopping
On the opposite side OF the river the nigh,
previous, and learning our intention TO
ford just where We did, fixed himself on
the bank to insure our finding the way
into the Buck Hole
This Information brought our nap
right up, and requesting Bill Spawn to
stay where he was till we returned, we
galloped back to Soils, and found that
worthy, rod on shoulder, ready to leave
on a fishing excursion.
"Sol, old fellow" said we, .that was a
most unfortunate Lunge | made into that
hole in The river-rve lost twenty five
dollars in specie out of my coat pocket,
and I'm certain it's in that hole, for | felt
my pocket get light while | was scuf-
fling about in there. The money was
tied up in a buckskin pouch, and | must
get you to help me to get it,
This, of course, was a regular old fash
Toned lie, as we had not seen the amount
Of cash mentioned as lost, in a .'coon's
age II took, however, pretty well; and
Sol concluded, as it was a pretty cold
spell OF weather for the season, and the
water was almost like ice, that half the
contents of the buckskin pouch would
be just about fair for recovering il. AT.
Ter some chaiiering, we agreed that Sol
should dive forthe money ION shares
and we went down with him to the riv
er, TO point out the precise spot at which