The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-09-16

He turned and saw q figure Just seating itself
tailor fashion, in the corner of the great set
tie, that i'm those days answered the purpose
Of our sofas, whose singularly elongated head,
high STOPPING shoulders loose, protuberant
Joints, proved him to be one of those victims
Of hereditary disease or neglect, known as
ricketyr children. A pair of preternatu-
rally bright eyes, whose expression was a sin.
guar blending of waggish vivacity and dis
trust, glanced ike light from one person Of the
group to another, until they finally rested on
Molly, and with peculiarly significant nod,
he again struck into song:
" A wealthy young squire a counting did ride,
With sword and pistols hung by his side;
As he a riding he CHANGED for TO see
A beautiful damsel, her name twas POLLY
The girl colored, and Bill Glover laughed as
he called out" Ye'ye missed it this time,
Johnny This is Leitenant Staniorth, lad,
who's got other business besides hunting dam
sells" he added, with a knowing wink at his
guest, though mebby he'll scare up some
sech game one of these days, but it'll fly peg
or two higher than cousin Molly reckon.
You sing better than old Pete Byington and
his pitchpipe to boot Come here, lad, and
you shall taste a drop of the rael genuine
There was observable new element in Bill
child-a kind Of rude tenderness, and some
thing in the boys tone responded to it, as he
replied
"Johnny don't want drop; Johnny wants
fiddle, like old Catos !"
"A fiddle! and what would you do with it,
my lad :" asked the young officer, curiousy
play out the songs that dance in Johnny's
head O. nights. and keep him from sleeping,
like Dave and Riah, /" was the grum reply
81 You shalt have one, lad, replied the off
Ger, smiling. Some years ago. bought
fiddle, and tried to play some of the songs that
run i'll my head but the war gave me some
thing else to do. You shall have that one.
Don't forget to remind me of it next time you
come up to the camp Glover" he added, turn
ing to the father.
The speaker was amply rewarded by the
pleasure that danced in Johnnys eyes, to say
nothing of the grateful glance of Molly Ora
ham, and the really pleased look of the care
worn Hetty.
After interchanging a few low words with
Bill, the young man mounted and rode rapidly
forward to overtake his party, while Glenn and
Jennings applied themselves to dressing their
game.
Young Staniorth is bound for Four Cor
ners | reckon" said jennings, at length
"Aye, more rakin and scrapin of ammuni
ton. Old Put is rather hard run, guess Only
t'other day they melted up all the clock weights
in X. into bullets, and now they'll take fell
lers coat buttons and shoe buckles-take care
Riah What are you about? They might run
yer head into bullets without much trouble,
you numbskull I'll tell we what, Mat, things
are gettin to look pretty considerable dubious
on our sde--that's a fact
sour side, Bill :" said the other, significant
ly.
eyes, mann, arnt we alters with the side
that's uppermost and arnt old Put at the top
of the tree now? Alters stick to the strongest
side, boys, and yell get along well enough
That was doctrine my father teached me
along with the Catechism, and call t-wis-
dom"