The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-04-30
Danger Of ElectiOneering.

The Picavune rejoices in the posses
sion of a live Yankee as a correspondent,
who having wandered as far south as
Louisiana pedd.ing notions, has settled
down some where in the Cdddo country,
or some other undiscovered region of the
State and there concluded tn run for
Congress. The following extract of a
letter to the editor of the Picayune, de-
scribing one Of his electioneering tours,
is specimen Of the luck he had in this
delightful BUSINESS:
well, put up with first rate, good
natured felier that met at d billiard ia
BILE. | went in, and was introduce to
his wife, fine, fat women, who looked
as if she lived OH laffin, her face was so
full of fun. After d while-after we d
talked about my gal. and abou: the gar
den and about the weather and so on
in came three or four children, latin and
skipPin along as merry as crlcke Is.
There warn't no candle lit, but | could
see they Was fine looking fellows. and |
started for my saddle bags, in which
dren, as went along. Come here, says
|. you little rogue come along here and
tell me what your name is; the OLDEST
then come up 10 me, and says he:
NJ name is Peter Smith, SIR
And what's your name, sir?' says |.
Bob Smith, SIR
The next said his name was Bill
Smith, and he fourth sail his name was
Tommy Smith. Well. gave 'em sugar
candy. AMI old Miss Smith was so tickled
that she affed all the time. Mr.. Smith
looncd on, but didn't say much. why.
says |, Miss Smith, 81 wouldn't take a
cool deal for them four boys, if had
EN-. they're so beautiful and sprightly.
No, says she, laffiin, Il set good
deal by TN. but we spile .em too much,
oh. no. says |, they're ra'al we'll be-
haved children. and BY erasmus! says l.
pretending to be startled by sudden
id ID of striking resemblance tween
them boys and their father and | looked
at Mr.. Smith, Il never did see nothing
equal to it, says Your eyes, mouth,
forehead perfect picture on you, sir,
says, I-'tappin' the oldest on the
plte. thought Miss Brown would have
died latin at that: her arms fell down
by her side, and her head fell back, and
she shook the hall house latin,
'Du you think so. Curnel Jones?' says
she, and she looked towards Mr.. Smith
and | though, she'd go off in a fit.
Yes says ], i do really think So
'Ha. ha, ha--how-w-r says Mr.Smith
kinder half laflin, you re too hard on
me now with your jokes.
Il amt jokin' at all, says ], 'they're
hansum children, and they do look won
dcrfuliv like you.
Just then a gal brought in light, anu
I'll BE- darnad if the little brats didn'l
turn out to be mulattoes every one OF
'em. and their hair as curly as the black
est ringers. Mr. AMI Miss Smith new
er had any children, and they sort of pet
ted them little niggers as playthings.-
never felt SO streaked as did when
see how things stood. If hadn't kissed
the little nasty things, | could got over
IL but kissing Oh 'em showed that | was
in airnest. (though was soft soapin' or
EN- all the time;) how to get out of the
scripe | didn't know. Miss Smith laf1eJ
so hard when she see how confused was
that she almost suffocated. A little
while afterwards, there Was whole fam
lily of relations arrived from the city
and turned the matter off; but the mex
mornin' | could see Mr.. Smith did not
don't believe he will vote for me when
the election comes on. l 'spect Miss
Smith kept the old fellow under that
Joke some TIM
"Only Me-"
The following pretty scrap is cOpied