The Arkansas banner., 1849-05-08
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 friend tells us the following rib- kling aasc- dotr. which we believe, hss meyer been ia ,sriss before, but al al events vii bear dressing np aKsla IL makes ss aagh 'coasqmedly:'
 Old Farmer Jones, having be.u for months prs. paring his fayoSte Yorkshire for killing -tilns,' sent finally for the iowa batcher--a great wag, by he wAy--to come and prepare the 'saAsenger meat for us.. tIhis was, of course, years ago, whoa 'co1hdence' wasn't so DeGessary iH eating sasssn- ye,s. and dog. did Rot hewl aud 20 iato spasms at the sight ef them, AS Rowl Old RruaIsr was forthwith stses the brokers say and having gone through the usual Procsss ol being tnpblsd inlo seailiDg water, scraped. cleaned, di embow sled, &e., was hung nP In Inc shed for the night to dry After the butcher had fniahed his Job, and wss about departing, farmer Jones says
 FreH'i. I'm in rather bad pickle. have been borrowing from diticreht families in the neighbour hood. Some 2J0 pounds of fresh pork. ait of which I've promised ta repay when my Yorkshire shouId be killed, aud noss II pay ap sII nsy dcb,s, shsll have pork left for my own use. What shall 1 doa-be hsaest, aud shame the devil, CT pay my debts and slarvei"
 Il can arrange that business nicely for yos, replied the knight of the long knifs Do yoa just cut up and pack yosr hog early ia the morn, tug, before say Of the neghbofs are stirring, and t,se swear thai somebody slole i'e eritter in the ! night tire '"
 "capitad idea. First rate." esclal,nsd farmer 1 Jones, ehhckling and slsppng hs hsnds uilh de, ghi''and you shall have spare rib for the hint " About the witehihg time of night, in the wee ! shoft hour aysnt the twsl-wbeu, acc ording to Shakespeare. church yards yawn,' aud The place with naughty name breathes out eontsgion to ! the worId'--the crafty butcher boy uiRlt have been seen noseissssy dragging ibe carcass of the defa1ct porker out Of farmer Jones' s,ed and long before old Sel perehsd on the dislsn ni l mOunt'a-top, the monarch of the sty was repes. ! iug-weii packed and sattsd---iu barrel in the 1 batchsrs cellar.
 Neat moraiug. the butcher was passipg ihs farmers honse. his way 10 the slaughter house, Soid Joaes *ame ranaag out, crying al tho top of his lungs. say, old Teller, somebody has stole iifsi hog sure esoagh.'
 I You don't say o.'' exclaimed ih. butcher. iH toDe~ Of deep sarpfise.
 It's a fact, by hokv, The hog ik gone, hIds aud skis-he is, by ths iisin' Moses"
 Have yon told sny eiss besides msf'' asked the butcher,
 "Ne-l ha'hi seen nobody sl.s ysi. tu, its ( fact, by thunder
 1 That's right," says the batehsr sfick ts if m good fellow, and tseee's danger" But" protested she fastneF, "I siat fokiu nor nothIB' of thc kipd If somebody haint se taaliy stole that hog 1 hope may be fsixx,ed s.ewed and fried into billed seraps and eha~ed a ky monkeys"
 s Aesv ksayd sovy beftry tod in ssy fts,s ss , iieratsd the provoking bsteheE, wi,h sly wiak the farmer, and bursting inte, lead hsrss Iaaxh- enly keep loEg face the matter, aud sfiek ' ss You to now sad yo.'ii make ali Chrisse nao, believe 1t ss uae, aiess loag Geod mor alag farn T CT Joass"'