Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-08-08
~ Electionering.

Tho p;oovnne reioices in the possession OF a live
Yankee as a correspondent, who having wandered
&C Far south ms Louisiana peddling notions, has set
tIod down somewhere in the Caddo country or some
o+bor ,nd;scovered region of the state and there
conclude5 to run for Congress. The following ex-
tat If letter to the editor of the Picayune. desert
bling one of his electioneenng tours Is specimen Oh
the luck he had in this delightful business:
uWelJ, 7 nut up with frst-rate, good natured
folIer that met at billiard table. went In and
was introduced to his wife: tne tat woman who
looked as though she lived on latin; her face was
90 full of finn. After a while--after we'd talked
bont NV oal. and about the garden. and about the
weather and so on--in came three or four children,
latin and skippn as merry as crlckets' 1here
warn't no candle lit but could see they were hne
looking fellows and started for my saddle bags,
in which had put a lot of sugar candy for the
children as I went along. Come here" said |,
= YOU little rogue. along here, and tell me
what vour name isl the oldest then come up to me-
and says he
- NV name is Peter Smith, sir.'
And what's your name, sir g said l.
bob Smith, sr.'
The next said his name was Bill Smith, and the
fourth said his name was Tommy Smith Well,
gave 'em sugar candy, and old Miss Smith was so
tickled that she laug he'd all the time Mr.. Smith
looked on but didn't say much. Why says l.,
Miss Smith, wouldn't take a good deal for them
four boys if | had 'em they're so beautiful and
sprightly.
| by EN-, but we spoil 'em too much.
:" oh no." says |, they're ra'al we'll behaved
children: and by gracious: says l. pretending to be
startled by sudden idea of striking resemblance
tween them boys and their father, and | looked at
Mr.. Smith, g | never did nothing equal to it."
says Your eyes. mouth forehead, perfect picture
of you, SIR" says [, tappin' the oldest the pate
| thought Miss Smith would have died latin at
that her arms fell down by her side, and her head
| fell back. and she shook the hull house latin.
"Do you think So Col Jones 2? says she, and look
ed towards Mr.. Smith, and thought she'd go off in
a fit.
eyes, says l. 81 do really think so.'
" Ha. ha ha-how-w! !" says Mr., Smith, kinder
half latin, you're too hard on me now, with your
jokes.'
81 amt jokin' at all says l. {" they're handsum
children, and they do look wonderfully like you"
Just then gal brought in light, and I'll be
darned if the little brats didn't turn out to be mulat-
toes, every of em, and their hair was as curly
as the blacklist niggers. Mr.. and Mrs. Smith never
had any children and they sort of petted them little
niggers as play things. never felt so streaked as
did when see how things stood. If hadn't kissed
the little nasty things, | could got over it but
kissing on 'em showed that in arnest, (though
was soft soapin' em all the time y how to get
out of the scrape didn't know. Mrs. Smith LATED
sc hard when she see how confused was, that she
almost suffocated. A little while afterwards there
whole family of relations arrived from the city
and turned the matter off but next morning could
see MIR. Smith did not like the remembrance of what
said, and don't believe he'll vote for me when the
electin comes 'spect Miss Smith kept the old
fellow under that joke for some time.