Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1850-06-08
How Lazy sam Won the Race.

-, Wh8se character for joekeying
and nlailuttlverialg ln trade is much more
celebrated than his fetas iii arms The
Kehtuekian having perfect acquaintance
with his ehar,aeter, went to- see him to
sell hint shorsesA-or to swap---or to ruin u
race, as the destinies might order and
decree
He was one. Of your careless, unconcer--
ned, knock down and drag-out looking
sort of fellows, who would assume Just
as much simplicity of eountenance and
address, as circumstances might require,
lie had the appearances Of about twenty
two or twenty three years of are, and as
usual, was dressed in the Blue mixed
je;tns to hide dirt, and wore drub colored
hat for the same reason
"Gineral,' said he, II am Just from old
Kaintuch, with some powerful nice horses
and may be you want SOME. Daddy
told me if | came on your parts to call ~,
you. and he reckoned may be you would
buy IL pair of matches, or hold me cut in
tradin for he said you had power of
money, and understood tradin to scribe
Here's {, letter from him handing one
"Anl besides I've as nice pair of
matches, as you could shake stick ut ,
and as tight u nag for quarter, Daddy
says as any III the parts; he says | must
run no races, cause [ mought lose, and we
want all the money we can scrape to pay
for land. But reckon he d suit you to n
fraction Cn5e YOU II spurtn character,
and mought win u powerful chance of
money on him.
While he was thus introducing himself
aid telling his business, the General open-
ed the letter as follows .--
Dear Geheral--I take this opportunity
to wright to you by my Job, who is taken
the first drove he ever driv, and / want
you to roll logs a leetle for him, if so he
suits you. Jobs spry enough at home
but hasn't cut his eye teeth, and if you'll
lend him hand, I'll due as much for any
Of vollr boys if you've got any, whenso-
ever they come here tradin or any thing
else. So no more at present but remain
your afIectlnate friend till death.
PETER ToMrK1Ns.
The hero of our horse races, cotton
bags. aud sugar hogslleads, thought he
perceived neat speculation and acted
accordingly. Mr.. job Tonpkiris was re-
ceived with much courtesy; his man and
boy entertained with the best in the larier
while his fve-and-twenty horses were not
neglected 1t is true the General had not
the slightest recollection of his friend and
correspondent Peter Tompkins, lie
might have once known him. or mott
was the same thing. Here was Job, II
raw Kentucky stripping, with twenty five
horses, as easily squeezed as a ripe lemon.
II was not III his nature to forbear.
In the mean time, Mr. Job Tompkins,
made himself quite free and easy and
staggered about the costly furnished
apartment as if he had been in log cabin
lie viewed the silver plate on the side
board with much apparent astonisl,ment; J;
and Il pair Of silver suffers, especially, es-
cited his curiosity.
Lord, Gineral ar them thar candle-
seed any afore but i'm ones and many
uses her shcers. And all them ar things
on that ar bigchist Nhe sideboard) is the
ra al spanish castins, heard talk Of this
afore, but never seed it, Now if / was
to tell this in our settlement, may be they
wouldn't hop straddle of me, and ride
| right over me rough shod, for liar. But
they say you're powerful sight the rich
est man in the South States, aint you?
To all which the General returned
suitable answers; and Mr. Job and he
were hand to glove, for the time being.
Each man resolutely bent to make d
successful lodgment in his neghbor's
pocket with the view of taking it QUIT,
lierculean task to be sure-wIen Job
heard in the next room the sound Of music.
Several Kentucky reels were played, anon,
the sweet breutlIings Of melodious voice,
sung "Sweet---sweet home"
MAY | be id" said Job, "if that
don't beat Bob Walker, and he's a patch
above common. But that aint none OF
Is it,
"My daughter is playing on the piano"
said the General, eve will walk in the
room and hear her" Here were b!andish-
ments to strike Job dumb, and entrance
all his senses.
I'll man who has no music in his SOUL
And is not iIoved with concord Of sweet sounds
Is fit for treasons, statage5ns and spoils"
Job thought man might love music
and spoils also. lie felt licking for
both. Therefore he applauded the music
in his own way most rapturously.
Said Job, "May never pull another
trigger, if she's not a priming above any
thing ! heard talk about. Why, she's
chartered She's rfsal one, / assure
you Why, it's scnongh to make fellow
swim that cant; and if it wasn't for all
these fine kiveriids over the track, (the
carpet) and / had partner to my mind,
I'd go my drove to nothing or less. ] can
shake the ticks off any boy you can pro-
duce."
The General now thought the Kentuck-
ian ripe enough To MD in which he had
been piled with choice liquors as he
denominated the Brandy and Madeira.
The HOSES were brought out and ex-
anined and praised, and cheapened, and
faults found with all
They could agree upon nothing.
"Well, where is your quarter horse"
asked the General. -"Oh, ho. sort O
tho't what you were after" answered
Job, 'for you hardly looked at them thar
matches, and these fine geIdings." So
you must ne after the quartenng, Jim,
Atch up, Eazy, Sam, will you? Now
Gineral. I'll tell you, honor bright, he's
never been licktsin quarter squirt, but
once; Joe Miier's sorrel mare which runs
III. q a sfesL of lightning She's a RI al