Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1850-03-08
ss3s-s19 siiS From the New Orleans Delta,
5 MIKE Hooters Ft:s1lt with the Panther
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arf sts.s1a siis7 From the q ess Orleans Delta
'a5S rIfle Iiootcr' Fight With the Pantlser fs,s
ga. =. = YAzoo SKETCH III. Il.
Our friend Mike Hooter, having heard Of the vast
notoriety he had acquired by our previous
of his Bar fights, stepped into our office the other
by the faithful manner in which We had given his
barring the g cousin proceeded to re-
late his fight with the Panther, as follows go . 8
Talkin' of Painters, said Mike-piacing his feet
upon writing thereby endangermg sundry
ink-stands-and throwing back, with toss of his
head, the tail of his coonskin -talkn Painters
an the sevigerous disperstion o. the varmint the
critter what camps out down in my deadnln amt to
be beat no whar north OF hill, nor south o. Satartla
You hosses in this here village makes great hell
er-bellew bout SEEM the Elephant an ghtin the
Tiger an all that kind er small suckumstanee; but
wait tell you've seen the sights what brother Heo
ers seen, an fout sic Painter fights like this child
has, an my priyit 'pinion is you'll stop braggin',
right plum. 81 .6gl--s. 4-t .5ff9EsE X 1as. y
You must know, continued our narrator-and here
he champed his tobacco with increasing energy-you
must know this child amt skeerd O nothin this side
O. no whar, cept it's dom mean trick an when
it comes to that, / caves in. But when you talks
bout er Bar FIGHT, or err 1eete. small fuss with
Painter, an all that kind er privit musement, I'm
thar! They say Dave Brazeals up to Deer huntin',
an Sam Doughertys purity fast arter Fox-but
that's small, SLIM bizZness-an when they've cOtch
the varnnt all they gifts is er piece Nv his oattail
an some har. But Bar an Painter shOotin's worth
fellers while; an thar this chld's periodically in
town Ole Ike Hamberlin use to be some in that
line an so was Parson James but, when | squat
down in our clearin', Ike begun steamdoeterin fur
er livin' and brother James, he TUX to preachin.-
You never hearn none that James sermons, didn't
youa WE'LL if you never did. jest go down to Clair
bornesvle, to camp meetin, next time that hoss-fy
spouts an'-sich preachin whew! an-sich holler-
in! The Scriptur' SEE the wild Bull Nv Bashan
could below a few, and Balaams ridin' boss was
some when it cum to brayin' but Parson James
could take the lint off, UNI both for loud any day
An when he cum to slappin' his hans an stompin
his feet, and foamin' at the gils-jest to see the
shines NV them mourners! Sich shoutin', an SIGH
er 'nurther hollerin an screamin 'mongst the VIM
min an SIGH tarnation cuttn' up, an wollerin' an
roln bout in the straw an shucks, you never hearn
tell NV, since you was kittened!
Howsever that amt tellin bout the Painter; an
somehow, or 'nuther, when gifts to talkin NV my
huntin' scrapes Ike Hamberlin, an SIGH like fellers
always pops into my noddle an stead Nv tellin the
story flies off'n the track, an commences talkin
bout my neighbors. Speakin' NV Ike, an the way
he to steamdoctor them yaller chaps in the hills
minds me tale DR.. Turnipseed to tell ON
him, bout how he got to be er doctor.
You see Ike was 'rigionally er gunsmth, an from
tinkerin bout guns, he got to shootin unjust, at
his neighbors COWS, an the like, an from that he
tux to huntin' reglar. Howsomever, that amt the
pinte But one night he cotch cold from sleepin'
with his mouth open an er steamdoctor 'vlsed him
to take some g NUMBER SIX Well, Ike swolerd er
WnOppIn dose Nv 1t, an thar was WnlSkey IN IL, an
he KEEP takin it when he hadn't ought to, tell he
got so much it in him that he cum precious nigh
peggin out-an arter that, he TUX SIGH er perticker
likin to the medcine-( though always 'spected it
was the whiskey that was in it)-that he cotch er
fresh cold evry day. To expenses he thought
he'd go to steamdocern hissef SO he mout have the
med cine handy in Nv axedint. So Ike he quit
gunsmithn, and borrid spellin' book from one Nv
from that he got him er Thompsonan Doctor Book, .
an went to cypherin out how to practice physic In
about er week he thought he know'd huff an went
an got him jug er bal-face whiskey an some red
pepper an dogwood bark, an snake root, an Injun
turnip, an jimston weed, an h-ll knows what all
an iumbIed UNI all up in er mixtry together-an
that was likes ''NUMBER SIX" Soon as his medcin
had time to soak some, Ike went to docterin fur er
bzzness an then he got too big for his breeches
kinder TUX the swell head an got to Shawn an put
tin clean shirt every eight ten days. Twas
MT long fore he quit goin prar meetins, an broth
or Marty said he blieve he hearn him one day cuss-
in his ole boss for stumblin'.
WE'LL the fust Ike had to doctor, er Teller
down in Satartia, what cotch the bumfuiiins from
swollerin too much tadpole soup, an too infer
nal lazy to spew it out agn The fust dose Ike gin
him, he wolloped his belly, an trimbled all
over jest like er free niger er frosty mornin
dyin' calf knocked in the head with er milk pig
gin. When Ike that he knowd he'd made or
impression on him, an that his med cine the We
ry thing Torecly the chap begin putin an BLOWN
like er green lizard on er hot fence rail, an his
mouth it flew open like er rat trap when it's sot an
the med cine run outn his nose an mouth like asses
out'n er demijohn! seed it was all day with him,
and, sez |, good bye cows
That chap died F... -.... '.-
Ike said it sarved him right, cause he spew'd up
the mixtry.
The next ailment he went to doctor was Ell ole
coon, what KEEP grocery in Satartia, an snapped
whiskey to nggers for chickens they'd stole. That
ole sudd TUX cold an pleurisy from goin' in swim
min, an putin a clean shirt torecly afterwards.
His SIX in dry er bone, an all shriveled up like
cotton blossom arter frost, an his hands as
hot as er roasted later. He axed for water. Ike
said twasnt humorin sick folks, for he'd want
some agin an then he gin him er spoonful er Num-
Der Six Hi fire said the Teller!
The next thing Ike did, to souze him, head an
cars, right plum kerswash into er tub blein hot
water You oughter seen that chap when he felt
wollop in that tub He put in mind of er leath-
er shoe-strlng in the hot ashes-but he soon cooled
down as quiet as er niger with: er ague on him,
doubled up pile O hot cotton seeds. ~
He's all right, SEE Ike. Didn't fix him in double
quick time s.~-
Then you orter seen Ike swell at the slls an strut
bout like er turkey gobler in layn time jest if
some body'd gin him wolf skin to make him
er Sunday coat s- g. -
| Want that quick said Ike. Doctor Rice be durn-
ed f! he amt no doctor, side me J! Stan him up,
Ike! But the Teller was timber as my shirt tail
4 He was dead t..-.
Well, the way Ike got round that was, he told the
people that the tarnal cuss dying when he got
to him. was he any witch to raise the dead g
When feller's done lummuxed, he's fummuxed,
said Ike an salt won't save him an what's the
/ err BLOWN, in er bellows what's got er hole in it
But all that amt neither here thar continu-
ed Mike. Let tell you bout the Painter. I've
read in newspapers bout some monsos cantankerous
varmunts,-sich as the Bengal Tiger what swollers
er whole elephant an is hungry yet an the Hyena
fhnf rhcx hnu