Hannibal journal and western union. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1851-1852, 1851-10-16
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.Ios was pcI5Onage OF ABOUT twenty wears
gr3wth, and he had certainly made good use of
'ine in chat line, for he was of towering alti-
Lude and withal as gaunt as a mountain aine.-
His hair was of that peculiar degree of black
ness which seems the concentration Of the dark
ness of, every raven deceased from the one
which plucked ont the eyes Of the Gallic enemy
.oI Rome TO this present day and generation; ms
-: Fs're e sssy sat az .I5TgS'Gs gSSy gaSy wei
be his forehead neither ample il length or
height, his nose Of the genus yclept pug. and
twisted to one side of his broad countenance,
and his mouth as wide and yawnng as the hnn-
CRY jaws of DeatE His head was defended by
a rough and ready hat, Trough it was, and
ready to fall to pieces), hickory shirt appa-
rently stranger to the mysteries of the laun-
dress, pair OF beaverton pantaloons, girted af-
ter the fashion of the holy man Of yore, with
leathern girdle about his loins, to which said
leather belt were attached butcher-knife of
formidable dimensions, and revolver of the
pepper-box pattern Of contracted appearances
and-a pair of very foxy old boots, harnessed to
the antagonistic pantaloons by about 8 inches of
twine, in default Of straps, completed the tout
enSeabLe "a
"You internal lazy cusses, amt you gon' to
to git up to-day? Here I've been a calm you
for three hours, an not the fust devil of you've
turned out yit.'' ..s,
/ This speech proceeded from the lips of the
veracous Reuben, who, it must be confessed
was but too prone to eXaggeration; in sorry
truth, liar of the first magnitude, for as honey
distilled from the lips of Pindar, so fell false-a
hoods from the tongue Of the immaculate heir of
Appleface. The internal cusses' thus abiured
speedily turned OUT, presenting front Of four
OF the determined Pursuers Of the gossamer of
Fortune. o.
The first of these respectable gentlemen was
a rel-headed, round-fgured, cock-faced, dirty
inliyidual, answering TO the name sof Thomas
WaAer. or more Familiarity known by, the eu-
phjnious designation of Sykesy. Sykes had
been in bygone times most venerable preach
6r, powerful. disseminator Of the crumbs of
nre, out aips, for the vanity Of worldly profess
sions, he had Ialleno from grace most lamenta-
bly,.
Two Of the boys set about feeding the mules,
another rolled up The blankets, Reuben presided
over he culinary department, and Sykes, pla-
ing himself upon the foot board, began to whis-7
-, old Dan Tucker" most vigorously. Ye
shades of all cooks and bon vivants, from Mar
Gus A iicius to Dartaneuf what diabolical mess
Is iii our hero concoct. His. first evolution
was to rake together some loose straw, set il on
fire and place thereon his skillet, lid, and camp
kettle full of water lie then proceeded to es-
say his powers for making bread, but the dough
lthered TO his hands, The saleratus would not
dissolve, and his grease burned. Meantime, his
fire burned out; here was fix for young gem
''aman Of Rcuben's scnsiblities; dismal COM
,'ication of disasters and his patience well nigh
evaporated. Sykesey advised him very coolly
to go and get some wood, and after mature de-
Liberation, Reuben put that happy expedent in
to OBJECT. Finally, the breakfast was announced
70 be done, and it really was done up brown
Tue proclamation was haiiod with great ap-
plause, the fallen angel hushed his music and
the rest of the party closed round with infinite
delight. Mr.. Waller applied himself to the cof-
fee-pot and helped himself to generous por-
tion of of the vlest admixtures human art ever
prepared. He drank but zone sip-the nectar
| was dashed from his lips, and with wrathful
| visage he arose to examine the contents of the
Kettle He inspected with curious eye the
steaming liquid, ard then inquired:
'What the thunder do you call this, Reub,
= ANY how?"
| ;sCoHee, Mr.. Waller" said our hero, senten-
, tiously. @ @
But Mr.. Waller was not disposed to take
him at his word, for he grasped a fork, and
plunging it into the kettle, he drew forth dirty
piece Of cloth.
Coffee the devil and Tom Walker, YOU say
e quoth the girate eX-minister, '.its the d--dest
5 most curious coffee l ever did jump up
3 The thing was explained2the mystery solved;
= Reubenhad boiled the dshrag and left the cor-
5 fee in the mill.
' Reader9bast thou ever beheld cowed bull
l in the del Tcros, surrounded by q half
: dozen drunken matadors, each striving to deco
rate his neck with their little Haunting harbsf-
J as such, was our hero among his ieering COM
panions. But Sykesy did not unite in these
. taunts, not entirely from condescenson to pity
e the butt Of these sharp-shooting Writings, but
q thoughts too mighty for utteranoe swept DER his
: soul; his bosom heaved as oft the rugged summit
Il OF E.na quaites and the fierce volcanciires glow
L hotly witInn, when the lame Lemnan stirs up
G theJcMberS OF his gigantic furnace, But sud
IS denly he burst forth with an mpetuous torrent
h OF Joquence, conlounding the youthful scion o
the illus rious House OF Applefaceswth the biting
n shafts oi irony, and the rude invectives of dec
4, lamaion rs a flood of lava from the aforesaiC
5 ,moInl ain rolls over the once verdint valleys o.
4; Imacria, burying all oopposing Instructions il
IS unlistiuguishable ruin. The hungry and diSap
/. pointed amateurs of camp life turned away
g f0m the delectable beverage TO wreak thel
,r Vengeance upon the more substantial viands
% 9.u aiaok their cake was literally all dough
$ and as soggy as the Pontine marshes, so tina
!, curses, not Loud, but heartfelt, we've bestowe,
lu unanmously upon the devoted eaput of our he
- lo The hot gospeller volnteered dis services i
,g preparation Of moss of slapacks, i. G., a
A. Agreeable compound OF flour and water, frie
= in melted lard, which were received wit
ID nultitudnous expressions of gratitude. He sd
W about Ms allotted task with mnritorious dispatch
n, Mr., App.eiaeo advising him not 10 hurry IN
II corpse, seem that the weather's cool, but h
n. was only rewarded by oontempmous glance
y. rnd an injunction 10 "clap stopped on his blo
y TIM" The new voiary OF the culinary nrt 500