Washington telegraph., 1852-07-14

we nad all reached camp about sunset, save
the Major; the old oak (our larder) shown
resplendant with weight Of game that
would have fed small army-turkeys and
venison that would have made you faint
In short while up came the Major, his
horse loaded; from his saddle-bow hung two
fine turkeys, while behind him hung large
doe and large gobbler, balancing something
we could not see. The Major rode up slip
ped the moose that held them and let drop
the finest buck | ever saw, quietly saying
''There, boys, is the brag buck of this
prairie two hundred pounds, easyn'
We all rushed up to see this noble quarry,
and loud was our commentator of the Ma.
jors skill in placing his ball in the exact spot
high UP on the shoulder-hit there, deer
never runs; all agreed in its being the
largest deer we had ever seen save Mac,
who seized this opportunity to vindicate
himself and North Carolina
ut is fine deer, gentlemen-a ID
fine buck but when was at Uncle Dun
kun's in 1916, Squire McCahan shot one a
heap bigger than this-in fact the biggest l
ever saw The deer in Moore County are
very fine, and we frequently kill 'em as big
as this
This produced general shout of dissent,
and made Mac quite profuse The Major,
who in the meantime had been washing a
tin-cup for visit to ''the stranger" now
came up, cup in hand, and very gravely
broke in
Il say, boys, Macs right about North
Carolina. [ saw some things there myself,
two years ago, that certainly did surprise me.
It's a great State
Here Mac walked to the fire, looking
cross.
"What was it, Major ?" yelled We.
"Well, you all remember when [ went
on, two years ago, TO buy miggers? Well,
when got to New Orleans [ took a
schooner round to Charleston Georgy ain t
healthy and [ don't like to go to a sickly
place. Well. when | got there [ bought a
hoss a mighty sober, serious one he was, too.
[ always shall believe he was preacher in
disguise, he used to hold his neck so stiff and
sigh SO hard as if be was ashamed of the
whole world and sorry for it, too, he had
way of carrying his head down; too, as if
he couldn't believe the road the right one
till he smelt it out for himself I found the
niggers hi ah about Charleston, so I put out
for North Carolina One day | was going
along through the pine woods, wonderin'
what the Lord made the country tor; twas
in Moore County, too, Mac; l hadn't seen a
live animal, except some young Scotch in a
log house side the road, and two sap-suckers
on pine, for half the day-when all Of a
sudden [ saw a fellow comm down the road
on a little fast rackin' pony he had long
pole across his saddle before him, with a
whole row of round things fastened to it !;
when he got closer saw they was gourds-
When he got within about ity yards the
'parson' heard 'em rattlin', and he lifted
his head, the only time | ever knew him to
do it. No sooner did he get sight of the
fellow and his gourds, than he gave snort
and dashed into the woods, slap into pine
lap, like the devil was after him! That
made me halt, so when he come up Che was
a little bandy-legged fellow with red hair,
and big freckles,) as the sun was shinin' in
his face, he grinned like bulldog. Says
[: You id little scare crow what
do you mean by frightenin' my horse to
death with your cussed gourds?' Now |
tell, you, he looked fierce he stopped still,
and grinned worse than ever. He says ::
Look here, you burned long, punkin-colored
stink you're not to talk to me in that way.
I'll let you know I'm the Deputy SheriN
of Moore County, collectin the defaultin'
taxes.' Jerusalem says l. do you get
it in soap?' With that thought the cretur
would have fit, lie was so mad at last he
got his breath and yelled out. 'No-o-o, sir :!
soap be ID! We get it in team (tar).'
Mac gave a convulsive spring to his feet,
and fairly screamed, ''It's lie ID
lie '"
The Major kissed the stranger" and
that's all [ know of ''Taxes in North Caro-
lima TEXAS.
JOHN VAN BUREN, one of the head bell
wethers of the democratic free-soil> faction
in New York, said, in his address at the
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