The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-02-26
II U M 0 R 0 U s.
A SAW LOG BLIND:
OR, KER OUT EST.
BY FRANK WEBER.

upon the beautiful scenery amid
which it lies cradled, like q
pearly drop of dew in the blush
ing bosom Of the rose. Upon q
bluff, gently rising from an is
land-dotted river, it is built, a
putting, steam-driven saw mill,
is the only sound that rises above
the gentle plash of the pebble
kissing waters, and the bce-like
bum of business.
But we cannot pause to feast
the eye upon the beautiful in
nature, for it is of a stone-ware
house, that stands conspicuously
in the aforesaid town, and of
scenes that are said to have
transpired therein, that we
would speak. Long this recep-
tacle of produce, freight, &c,
remained unoccupied, and as it's
upper story was easy of access,
many a wanton boy has taken
himself quietly from the shelter
of the parental roof, when the
good dame; with night-cap
closely drawn over her well
saved locks, was snoring a shril
treble to her better -half's deep
bass, there carefully pursued the
history of the four Kings, illus
trated with cngravings, and
bound in fifty-two volumes.
The young scoundrels, though
were sometimes detected, when
the blind was q boat.
But others, also arc said to
have then and there produced
like documents, which, by the
way, are not admissible in cvi-
dence, and closely studied the
parts thereof that treat upon a
certain science known by the
unique name Of Poker report
says that even one of the patri-
archs ofthe village, one Deacon
=, oft-times might have been
found there having a little
game with u long-visaged, not
remarkably handsome and moral
friend of his, whom | shall call
Ben, though that is not his name
by q long chalk. Now, both of
these personages, and to the
scandal ofthe town be it spoken,
for circulating such stories, are,
and ever have been, above re-
proach, though not, if we credit
the gossip, above taking Il quiet
little set down. Both, also. had
long been engaged upon a pub
lie work that was then non est !;
and one, the worthy Deacon, was
the rightful owner of a large
stock Of tools, to wit: Crow
bars, whcel-barrows, saw-logs,
and an old, dilapidated pair of
cumbrous Aruck.wheels.
Well, one night, as the story
goes, (for | but tell the tale as
it was told to me, y the Deacon
and his friend Ben, forgetting
for time their morals, and for
getting each others faults, quiet
ly proceeded to the old ware
house, and stealthily crawled up
the stairs. Seated upon box,
one produced a candle, and the
other q greasy deck, and soon
they were deep in the enjoy
ment and mysteries of the game.
Steadily they played at a dime
ante, and a dollar better, till the
funds of the Deacon were all cx-
hausted, and he was forced to
bolt the game or ante up tools.
"A crow-bar ante! shouted he,
inwardly anathematising his bad
luck, and all the card-makcrs in
the universe.
Off the cards were dealt, and
the hands were raised,
Il chip was the response of
his winning friend.
a crow-bar better than YOU
Il see that, and raise it half
"A crow:bar makes it good,
and | go a wheelbarrow better
4 call you"
The hands were shown, and
again the Deacon was minus
Still on, however, went the
game, and still the cards were