The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-07-04

From the Republican GRd Argus.
20 Id X L n L i c X. "
A True Story.
20! Kentucky


Some years since left Pittsburg in a
first rate steamer on my way to New Or
leans. Twas bound upon rare trip of
Measure, and full of health and the excite
ment consequent upon it, and was alive TO
every scene around and every character
about me. And the characters upon our
western waters fifteen years ago had more
character in them, just the scenes around
one had more Of nature In them than now
-inasmuch as art had not displayed as
much of her power there as she has since
"a power which, with enlightened laws
and Republican institutions IS des tined, as
[ believe, to make the west the model-land
of the world.
One day, think it was the day after
we left Pitsburg, we saw white man with
a black boy beside him, evidently design
ing to take passage, as the boy was walv-
ing with might and main large handker-
chief, on the end of a stick. Impatient
that the steamboat by movements indlca-
ted no notice on the part of her officers Of
the signal aforesaid, the white man took
the stick which proved to be ramrod from
the hand of the negro and leaning on RI
file which he held in his hand, waived it
with a good deal of emphasis in his man
ner, while we could hear his stentorian
voice (it was indeed stentorian to reach US
at that distancel exclaiming:
Hello
Hello replied voice from the upper
deck of our steamer, the Fort Adams.
4II's Samson,' exclaimed the Captain,
who was standing on the guards beside
crowd of US, round to-
No sooner said than done. AS the
boat approached the parties, Samson ex-
claimed:
why your are blind as horse blanket
blind as your boat, / don't stand so low
that YOU can't see me, do l? | stand SIX
feet four inches in my stocking feet, and L
waved this handkerchief as many feet over
my head BESIDES
who do YOU think is looking out for
you,' from the wheelhouse, replied the pi-
lot. Your re big enough TO look out for
yourself, and you're big enough to be
wag, old fellow-but I'd rather see you
on the shore than in the river-but L am
keeping sharp look out ahead here-we
hit snag somewhere about here last time
how would you like to hire out Uncle
Sam for lighthouses little more liquor
and your face would go without any other
light
'Ha, Rogers is that you-you thief you,
that's Joe Miller-you stole 1t from old
Falstaff in the play about the chap whose
nose lit him up the hill at night hope
you don't extend your theverles to other
matters
ITS no old thevery, Kentuck, replied
Rogers, sit's only like the parsons text
which any one has right TO apply
we'll applied. draw the inference, old
boy
Yes replied old kentuck as he was
called, you'll have bee line drawed on
you some OF these days in consequence OF
that tongue of yours, if every body that
knew YOU didn't know that yours was no
slander-never mind, you'll meet with a
stranger some of these short days, and that
will be like a snag to your boat
By this time our yawl had received Old
Kentuck, and l saw the black boy deposite
the travellers trunk in it, while that indi-
yidual deposited a piece of silver IN his
hand which glittered like the ivory the
darkie exhibited on the occasion.
Take care of yourself, Pomp, and mind
what told you
Yes, master Samson, you pend pom
That's tall man, | said to the Cap
tain, as Old Kentuck sprung upon the deck
rife in hand.
Tall, well, he is, and tall in a good
many ways; he's what we call case. He's
a pilot going down to New Orleans, to
bring the Emperor up, as he wrote to me.
I've been expecting to find him some
where on the shore here
Old Kentuck was soon up stairs, shak-
ing the Captain by the hand in the most
cordial manner. He was certainly char
acter He wore pair of pants with enor-
nous stripes IN them; most preposterous
PATTERN; his vest was of rich silk, of a
gorgeous fashion, while around his neck
he had neck. cloth black and red, tied in
curious kind of knot, In which .he seemed
topride himself. A loose frock coat, brown
and with brown velvet collar thrown
back, covered his body while his head
was adorned with huge fox-skin cap,
with the tail of Reynard fantastically curl
ed above it. But the face of the stranger
was certainly attractive. Across the 'broad
Atlantic of his countenance, as some one