The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1850-07-27

hey'll double team on you thar! Jis stand
here, and give him sass back. HoIler out wh o
marked the sChite faced bWl2 Thal'll take him
foul; know him.
Jim didashe was told, and echo gave back the
roar as he yelled
who marked the white face bullS
In an instant powerful pair Of lungs, from
behind the corner OF the Court House, replied
'EPh. Biddle stole that bull.'
Wake up Eph , said one Of the gang, as he
shook Eph. who SEQ doing in chair in the
-rrcronarY: wake -up, ihera,s old Jim Bell.
rearin' and snorlin' like steam boat. and
swearin' that you stole Hamby's white face
bull!'
de emit PrOve Il, anyhow replied Eph.
with christian meekness, but wincing under
an accusation which was not now made for
the first time.
Il wouldn't stand it, any how reiOiued the
friend Of Eph; for it's disgrace to your
children, and people will believe the thing,
ef you don't say nothin' to it. HOller out pho
stole The poke shGUe!'
'pA be burned Of | dont,' said Eph, who
preferred that mode Of retaliaung to more
decided Onei and staggering to the door he
bawled out
Who stole the spoke shave?,'
And then, at The instance Ofhis amiable Iopn
friend, he replied to his own question, SO that
he might have been heard half mile:
Jim Bell stole the spoke shave!'
Stand up to him, Eph.-that's right!-eve-
rv one Of the town fellows is with you! Give
it to him!' said the town boy.
'Whats that that feler hoIered about me-
asked Jim Bell, putting his hand to his ear
after the manner of deaf people,
'Nothin,' responded one Of the virtuOu
youths, who by this time had surrounded
him: 'nOthin', only that you stole Strahan'
spOke-shave!' Give him Jesse, now, abOu
the bull-tell him'-here the yOungster whis
peted earnestly to jim.
Look herc!' Numbered Bell-'you tifin'
bull-stealin' rogue Of creation, do you wan
to hear what you said when they whipped yOv
about that bulI-beef?'
Let's have it! Let's have it!' shouted III
town boys.
why he said when he was putin on hi
shirt, that if he could always pay for gooC
fat beef that easy, his family should nevt
suffer.
The town boys werO in perfect ecstacies, an
yelled loudly. Jim, himself, felt little lr
umphant, and slapping his hands against hi
sides, in imitation Of rooster, he very ga
lnaCiOusy emitted
COcK-A-DoODLE-Doo
'Ef | was to act my human feelins',' sun
out Eph. who just then remembered that h
was member Of the Hard Shell Baptist churc
-'ef was to act out my human feelins', l.
come over thar and wear you out afore a CT
could lick her tail!'
whats that he said?' asked Jim, whit
his hand TO his ear, and upon being informed
Immediately rejoined-'e ef you can't act OIL
your human ieelins', act your brute (eelins'-
your 6ulifeelins!'
Shouts Of loudesI merriment from the crow
interrupted Jim's reply, and the town boy
began to shustle' their victims closer tOgetl
or. ANTE up, Jim!' shouted the ardel
friends fthat Individual ante uPtO him o.
fel-tOe are with you!' DON'T be aIeered, Ept
talk to him!-yOu can't be hurt in tn
crOwd!' Such were the exclamations Of e'
couragement with which the boys showed il
and Eph. towards each other; and really Il
expected combatants had made up taeir mind
each that he would 'pitch into the other.
certain, respectively, that such warm and dis
terested friends would prevent their beir
seriously damaged.
Just at this juncture, the Sheriff, who hi
been sent by the Court to quiet the tumuI
approached with rapid strides. Eph. in
panic, started of at full speed.
sThar goes the BULL!' shouted one.
'Don't he run like cow?' suggested al
other.
And with that Jim and bis friends start,
after Eph. The Sheriff, satisfied with havir
driven the crowd to greater distance from q
Court House, returned to his duties in COu
The mischiOvous TascaIs who got up d
fun between Jim and Eph. were determine
that the affair should not 60 off without
fight; so the friends of each piled him wi
whiskey, insisting that honor imperative
demanded that he should fight, and declari
that he would find his antagonist mere not
ing to whip. Exhilirated by the liquor, war;
ed by the words Of their friends, Jim and Ep
declared that pitched battle should deci
the matter. But where to fight? Court W
in session--it would not do to leave town
friends ought to be at hand. Here was dill
Guilty; but at last Tom Culbreath sug gest
that Hudglns had prime cellar under his g
Gerry, and that they could take possession