The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1851-01-16

J"Pssp'Hy Tom, the faesc'ous cor
Of the Bos,on Courier,--a az
xays rich and racy, and particularly apt
IN bis descriptions Of exciting scenes
thus givss--not in . NUT but . +" clam.
.hell,"--,he gis, Of the whole matter
relating to the nov formed coalition In
"PEEPING TOM" AND THE
GREAT CHOwDER COALl.
TON AT HULL.
HULL, January 9Th, 81.
Mr.. Editor, Nothing IL now talked
Of in this place-so famous for talking |
about every ,hing--bu: the great Chou
der Coalition which llss just Leen cook. |
ed up between two of three parties in |
Elull,-and such smoky mess as they
made Of il! But 6rst, let me tell yon
the story:
The Squids, you know, have general.
iy kruled the roos, here, snd when the
annual 4" Chowderaiion took place, at
which the " united wisdom " Of Hull as
sembled under the Goldfish, they gener.
ally had the chowder-pot all to them
selves. But this year, they got into
squalls and fell to lecward. The Pick.
crels, their "old line I" antagonists,
,rumped up coalition with the Mud
Squirmers, and both parties together,
out-nulnbered the Sqnids. Here is
crook in the lot Of Hull politics alto
gether new. Skipper Tarbox says he
never knew the like before, in all his
going fishing. Instead Of plain sail
ing, AS in old horse.mackerel times, we
are now in sort Of triangular hurry
skurry, with the wind blowing from
three points of tile compass at once.
You may guess how we dance round the
pinnacle
These Mud Squirmers, by the way,
are queer fish. 10 hear them talk a
little while ago, you would have thou ght
butter would not melt in their mouths
nor pork fat neither. Of all things un.
der the sun, they could not abide chow.
der for why? There was black pep
per in it! No true Mud.Squirmer
whose stomach bowed to the ascend
ancy Of moral TRUTH" could stand this.
Ask a Mud-Squirner to 60 near a chow
der.pot- Tongues and Sounds ! what
sisserara of eloquence he would let
fly at you, through tin trumpet! Rot
the chOwder! he would not touch it
with shad shovel, muce less with a
clam shell spoon. l, was pro. peppery,
and you nesd not think to pull oakum
over his eyes with pro-pep per argu-
ment. lie went higher up the rigging
than any kink Of that sort, by three de-
grces and setting pole. He was for
free squirming and soft slusb," but
none Of your pro'peppery kickshaws
Such was his palaver. Fore and aft,
there was not man who carried such a
stiff upper lip as genuine Mud-Squirm-
err. The mere insinuation that lie
could endure 50 much as the smell Of
chowder, made him SO angry that he
would almost crook his elbow and stake
something"
But so it happened, the other day
these Immaculate Mud-Squirmers were
seized with monstrous appetite for
chowder !! Then the wind of their ell
oquence chopped round in jiffy. Why
should not they go to chowner as we'll
as other folks? 1t had been banyan-
day long enough with them, and why
should not they take spell at the chow
der. pot, aud warm their insides with
something comfortable! To make a
long story short, they proposed TO hob
a-nob with the Pickerels. and get the
chowder-pot away from Squads!
But this was strain OF the hawser
that some mems timbers could not
stand. Parson Jack, who used to be some
sculpins" among the Mud.Squirmers
felt such u terrible wambling in hi,
stomach when he heard of the coalition
that hs straightway clapped his fist tt
, paper, and did the following "privatt
and confidential" scratch, which wa
Immediately posted up at the towr
pump:
, Cat Heads, January, 1851.
} To THE MUD.SQURIMERs OF HULL.
r Dearly Beiored in the Mud:
E Don't put your noses in the chowder
pot 1t is pro-peppery, and will Sc
you all sneezing. Keep your finger
h out OF that mess. Pitch will stick
:, putty will grease and sharks have bi
j = mans toes off before now. If yO
e nibble among the cd line p'ckerels yo'
e will all be cotch with sockdologer a
sure as my name is JACK.
E This scratch made good many pee
pies eyes stick out like Holsters. lh
: Mud-Squirmers felt awfully "streaked.
i But the smell Of the hot chowder la
n got into their noses, and the " ascendar
j. cy OF moral truth" oozed right out 8
i their elbows. They determined to pitc
into the chowder, however scaly. Tn
difficulty was how to divide the content
OF the pot, which contained fish Of a
Is sorts. So they got together and held
" Choir" under the lee of tar barrel
and the Pickerels held another Choir ,
d windward. Both parties chalked on
n shingle and passed it round with tue
g conditions. After several chors, all
playing bo-peep with single, roun