Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1850-11-01

ut preaching, Mick professed to be
of fighter, and in a regular knock-down-and-u4-e
out row. was hard to beat.
In order that the world may not remain in dark
ness as to his dongs in this last behalf and fearing
ieast there may be no one who entertains for him
that particularly warm regard which anImltes US
towards him, we have thoughs it incumbent on US,
IN evidence Of our attachment for the reverend hero
to jot down an incident that fingers on our memory
respecting m-bequeathing it as a rich legacy to
remotest time Entertaining such partlality. we
may be pardoned for following Mick in one OF has
stirring adventures, related IN his pecular ana
expressive yernacular
I'm one of the peaceablcst fellers said Mick that
trotted hind legs an rather than git into er
fuss bout nuthin', I'd let chap spit on me: but
when it comes TO rubin it in always in gen ally
kinder r'ars up an wont stan 1t. 5ut thars some
fellers up in Iazoo what would rather git into er
serimmage than eat An I've seen or few up thar
what war so hungry for fight that they fell away
an got so poor an thin that they had to lean up agln
er saplin to cuss.
That chap. Arch Coony. was er few IN that line
He was the durndesi. ADVANTAGEOUS hoss-hy that ey
or clum er tree / tell you what, ct hadn't er bin
thar | wouldn't bleeved it. | seed him. one day
IN Satartia, git up from jug OF whskey, when ne
hadn't drunk half OF it, and leave tother halt
20 spile go pitch into priyit spute tTene
two Injuns (when be didn't care durn cent which
wolloped t'Other.) an lamm both on um Out'n Their
mockasnsl
Well. YOU see. Arch was mighty fond of them kind
er tricks an eff he seed Teller he thor he could
lqmm without no danger. he wouldn't make no bones,
but he d Jest 60 up to the chao and make faces at
him. an harry his feelings e. it, an eft the Teller
showed spunkv-like, he'd let him alone, an him
to take drink but eff he tried side out,
Arch would git as mad as all wrath, an sw ar, an
an r'ar, an charge like ram at er gate-post
and the fust thing you knowed he'd shuck of his
coat, an when the Teller warnt spectIn nuthln.
Arch would fetch him er side-wipe on the head, and
knock him into the middle Of next week
You see didn't ike thCm sOrter dOins much me-
myself didn't, an | all avs sed eff ever | got er
chance at Arch Id let him down er button hole or
two. He was gettin too high up in the picturs emmy
how. an sez I, day, il crowd, SEE /. eff that
Teller Arch Coony don't mind which side of his bread
3 buttered I'll git hold of him of these days an
I'll make him see sites Well, YOU see. thar was
two or three sheep-stealin chaps Iisenin' to what
sed an they goes an tells Arch the fust chance l
got was gwine to larrup him Well, that rled him
like all fury an he hearn IL he begin
sin like wrath an seq he, dOd that ole Mick
ShUuter he pertend to be preacher his
preachin' amt nuthin but load hCllerin. how -
So you see, them chaps. they comes an tells
me what Arch he'd sed, an got mad too, an
had the durndest rumpus in the neighborho0d you
ever hearni
didn't see nuthin of Arch from that time till a
bout er month. Every time | went down to Satartia
to buy enythng-er barrel Of whskey, or hacker, or
such like truck, for privit use-I looked for Arch.
al Arch he looked for but, somehow 'tother,
he never crossed my path. At last one dav sent
him word | b'lieved he was skeerd of me, and the
fus. chance got I'd take the starch out'n him as
sho0tn': an he sent word back to me that
was a game what two could play at, an when
wanted to try it, he'd see if he couldn't help
Well, things went that way for er long time,
an | didn't see nuthin of Arch begin to forgit
all about him. At last one day. when an two
or three other chaps gwine down to Big Black
River. TO 90 bar huntin Other side Of it, hearn
the darndest clatterwhackin and noise in the road
behind US, an when turned round to what in
the name of thunder twas thar was Arch an er
whole lot of fellers cumn down the road, gallOp-
in full tilt right up to US, an gwine bar huntin
When seed him. was 50 mad thought should
or lust right wide open | was hot, | tell You, and
SEE to myself NJ. Arch I've got you. an if
YOU don't keep your eye sknd III lick you till your
hide won't hold sbucks.
Torcckly Arch he cum up alongside. an looked
me right plum in the face savage meet axe
an seq he, good mOruin ole Preach give Us your
paw!
sec thar was hell in him as big as err meetin'-
house an | termined TO give him good as he
sent looked him sortcr servageruus like, an
seq Look here boss how can you have the face to
talk TO me- arter sayn what YOU sed
Why. SEE he uncle Mick, didn't you begin it
No, sez l. an eff you seq begun it, III larrup you
in or inch Of your life
SEE he you etarnal ole cuss, eff you want TO larrup
me- lest larrup away as soon as darn please, an
we'll which ell git the wust of it
Now, seq |, | likes you Arch. cause allays thot
You err fust-rate TELLER: but amt you bin busin
me evrywhar fur evrything you could think Of
Yes, he, but didn't You say You git holt OF me
of these days an make me see sites /!
No, SELL didn't: but this here's what sed Se7
l. eff that Teller Arch Coony don't mind wtci side o.
has breqds bttered, I'll git holt Of him one Of these
DAYS an make him sites
Well, seq he Uncle Mick, you knows I'm the most
peaceablest Teller liyin an aays minds which side
of my breads buttered an cf that's all you sed faint
nuthin'-so let's take er drink
Then he tuck out er ticker of whisky. an arter
he'd tuck three or four swollers outn IL he. Tn
Gle Mick, obleege me by takin er horn
No, l. wont do sich er dog on thing. fol
when likes er chap likes him, an when don
like him. don't like him but if you wants to fight
I'm your man
You oughter seen Arch then / think he the
most madest man that wobbled On two 'hinC
legs He r'ard an pitched an cussed, an swOre
tell you'd er thought the day of iudgmen; was a
han!
When see him cuttin' up that way, commence
gettn mad too, al my knees they begin 70 shake
sorter like lad er chill an - Skeer'd mo sir
an s'posed thar was gwue to be the devil to pay
give you nv word amt bin so wrathy afore bu
once since an that t'other day when Mat Cain
the blacksmith, drunk up my last bottle of = ball
face" an when tackled him bout it sed he though
1T was milk
But that aint neither here thar. As I was e
savin, Arch. he cusscd at me, an ! cussed at him
an the fellers what along with me sed bea
him all boiler
Toreekly begin to git tired Of jawin' away St
4auch an SEE |. Arch what's the of maxim sici
or alfred racket bout nothin! spose We make it up
Coed wheat. sez he.
Well sez l. give your paw. seq |, but SEE thar
thing yon sed what sorter sticks In my craw ylt
an eff you don't pologise I'll wollup you for 1t RICH