Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-09-19
Letter from IS CurniIl Jinks.''

how you could hx 1t F.: but some now or nutnef the
kdkoptheS Skrfbendi took holt of me, and if hadn't
took to it agin, l believe should have bust.
You must know, in the fust place, that this 1azoo
is the home of my four fathers four mothers
Here it was that TUX my fust lessons in leapfrog
an larnt to wear breeches. Them ole oaks what
signs in the mite wind and bowls in the tempest, lent
me ther shadows in my earliest attempts at hacker
chawin for cussin, don't know when begun.
Cum to think, blieve must have commenced in
the cradle. My early edication was superintendent
| by larned ole boss named Dorsey, who knocked
everything on this habitable yearth, sepen common
sense. He couldn't tell the nluzzle of gun from a
hole in the ground, and how in the name of sense
could you pect him to teach the young ideas how to
| shoot ?
If you should Ak me whar I've bin, and what I've
been dom since the last time seed you, would
in the langwidge of the Arch Tnimy: "gwine to an
fro in the yearth, an walkin up down in it' You
know that I'm a CRATE Teller for moseyin about in
strange places, that, like Noeys dove can't find
spot of dry ground wharon to rest the heel of my
! boots. But here l am at last, the ole stompin
ground chawin the cud of sweet an bitter fansays,
an facin up agn quart of the best ole red eye'
you ever stuck knife into.
You orter seed me the day arriv when fust cum
in cite. If you'd seed them niggers. the way they
did run an holler shout, rip an tear, you'd
thought that the very heavens an the yearth was
cumin together. If didn't think they was gwine to
eat me up. dod wallop me
Things has changed mitily sense left here To
be sure the hills is thar yet but the trees don't look
SO green, the birds don't sing half merily. in
stead of old, familiar faces, thar amt nothn to be
seen but unfamiliar graves!
The only part of the country what don't seem to
have changed none is that ALFRED town what they
calls Satarra, it amt bit poorer, Bit
en- than 1t was ten years ago. Like the Teller what
was born with his face turned wrong side outards,
its beauty amt to be spylt How this town cum to
be- an who the people who fust built it, history
don't give no account of. It's sposed to have been
founded by that uncertain indvidooal that vallope
Billy Patterson in company with the illustrious hero
on the SherO: his wife, what butt the bull off the
bridge" I'm mityly puzzled what to compare the
place to. Sumtmes think of the last of pea time,
and finally Eve settled down on the proposition that
its the little eend of meanness, sharpened down to
pint The people are a curious generation. Their
faces is yaller a ripe simmun supposed to cum
from eatin dirt, and Their stomcks is all swelled out
like they'd swaerd pumkin seed, an washed UNI
down with hot water | seed gal here tother day,
said to be great huty, whose face was all towseled
up with bumps carbuncles so that her features
put me in mind of the knots the bark of black
jack saplin pledge you my word | thought she'd
! bin struck with lightnin The principal Vegetable
productions of the country round is composed partly
OF bars and panters snakes skeeters, possoms
young babies jimpson- weed and little sprinkn of
Injuns, mulattoes. The great peculiarly Of the
country is, that the children is, mostly orphans,
no body knows who is their daddies.
Stopt at the house, tother mite, of old barhun-
ter and was almost chawed up boudaciously with
to keep them out. Shure huff cum to talk to the
nabors bout why the old Gus didn't keep muskeeter
bars they sed that he his wife his children had
their faces wrinkled up and turned catterwompus
like that the skeeters couldn't lite UNI long enuf
to bite. tux privit look myself outen one corner
of my eye at his daughter Sal, an pledge you my
word, thought should err puked up my very break
fast, LATED so! Talk about your
"Gorguns, hydras, rymera's dyer!'
she can beat UNI all holer an for, her har, Me-
.ioko IL: -
The principal artikels of dyet mongst the people
here, is acorns blackberries, simmons, whiskey an
terbacker an | am told that cOtton-seeds and young
gourds for desert is bein rapidly introduced.
The chills an fevers prevails hear to CRATE Elk
stent, is handed down from father to son, to the
tenth generashun it turns its victims yaler in
the face, that its Almost impossible to tell white
from niger, eksept by his in that case,
the niger very often has the advantage. I've hearn
thar is Teller here, what has bid defiance to this
disease of the shakn ague for when fit comes on
him, he's everastin lazy he wont shake lick -
| The nabors hear say that that chap hates to
work so bad that he's spent the last ten years of his
life tryin to invent chewn machine, to hisself
the trouble of eatin his vttals. How true this is,
can't for certain say.
I'm gwine TO leave this evenin' for the Ohier river,
the Mammuth Kaiv, and every whar else, an if some
of them ALFRED semehoates ralerodes don't bust
Their bylers blow me into the middle of next week,
| I'll rite to you again SO, no more at present from
JAMES JOHNSINCf jerks, JR.,
Curnill of the 43d Regiment of Yazoo Rapscalions.
Note Bean My regiment has been instructed
to drill reg lar in the cornstalk manuel and in the
der of march and retreat, to be ready to do
Their dewty when cum back, in case Their kountry
should mead Their budd
Yourn, J.JJ.Jn.
Ahead!
| John Crockett the son of Davy Crockett. the
editor of the ST. Louis Intelligencer travelling
in the Eastern States. His letters to his paper are
unusually interesting We cut the following des-
cription of the go-aheadativeness of the Yankees
from his last letter:
The Yankees emphatically a fast people
What they engage in, they do it with rush If
it be matter of business, and dollar sparkles in
the distance they go at it if life and death depend
ed on the issue. If they engaged simply in sight
seeing, they appear always resolved to have the first
sight or if meal is to be eaten, they are sure to
get seats at the first table. When boat is about to
start, they the first aboard, and when it lands
they are invariably the first ashore. Not content
with travelling thirty miles an hour a railroad
they jump off carpetbag in hand, at the end of the
trip before the stop Go ahead, at the top of
your speed, is their motto whether in business or
pleasure. This ndOmtable, never ceasing energy is
the secret of their success and although it is
times carried to ludicrous extent, yet, upon the
whole, it is a valuable trait. Since left home,
have often been reminded of an illustration of the de-
sire to hurry through the world. which heard from
one of our own citizens short time since. He said
that if big mortar could be constructed which
would throw immense bomb-shell, containing fif-
teen passengers, from St. Louis to Boston, in five
minutes with absolute certainty that fourteen out
of the fifteen would be killed by the explosion, he