The Nevada journal., 1852-04-15
THE PANTHER AND PAT MOZART HY.

| Col. Johnson-you know the Colo
mel reader-don't say you don't, fol
we know you do. Ifyou ever dabbl{
in dry goods you must; and if yot
have not, you may possibly have mel
him where acet goods are meted out|
His personal appearance would strik{
| you, but if you were to indulge to TOD
great an extent in his old brandy,
would absolutely knock you down
for the Colonel. in addition to his va
ried stock OF Try goods and groceries
does keep old brandy, of the best
brand, we are told, at his new store
corner of Liberty street, near the New
Basin.
Who is Colonel johnson? Why
we have been telling you all this time
who he is. He is u tall, graceful, elei
giant looking gentleman with long,
curved neck, and pale, studious coun-
tenance, would rather indicate that he}
spent his nights over the midnight oil,
rather than his days in measuring out
oil and molasses.
But, the COLONEL has on his premi- /
ses, a bar;--no, it is not bear either;v
it is a panther; a lion -panther--a ma
jestic animal. 1t was captured in
the Sierre Madre mountains, and is 3
feet high and feet long, measuring
from the tip of the snout to the end of
his tail.
A countryman of the Colon rs, Pat
Nc Carthy, from away over the lake,
after tasting the Colonels best, and
taking cursory glance at his stock Of
goods, was invited by the Colonel to
see his live stock in the premises,
which con sisted of game cock, a
young shoat, and the lion panther.
oh, Lord! between us and HARM,
said Mr.. Mccarthy, when he perceiv-
ed the latter; Lord save us what's
that? Is he hypopotamus, or the
wonderful say (sea) sarpint? He's q
mighty big baste, intirely.'
'Pshaw, said the Colonel, that's an
Irish wolf dog. nothing more
'What !" said Mccarthy, 'one Of the
ralc ould stock? Be gogsty, / tho't
they were extinct long ago. Why, me
great, great grandfather, ! was tould,
had a whole pack Of them when he
was King of Cork, in the good ould
Melesian times. But does he bite 2
Never said the Colonel, so far
from that, he'll likely give you his
hand, or his paw, which is about the
same thing 80
Then I'll 60 up and pat him. said
Mccarthy.
"Well, do SO Pat said the Colo.
mel.
SO Pat went up and commenced 70
pat his new acquaintance, the lion-
panther. Now, to those whom the
lion panther knows, he is lassably po-
lite, but Mccarthy he had never seen
before, and he looked on his familiari-
ty as an intrusion.
The consequence was. that he up with
his forepaw and gave Mr.. Mccarthy a
spang that sent him sprawling on his
back out into the centre Of the yard,
his claws having penetrated tho skin,
making the royal blood Of the McCar-
thy's flow freely.
'Murther! murtherllr cried Mccarthy,
. I'm kilt, dead intirely; that nasty
haste, bad luck to him, has knocked me
brains out, and without ever barkln, D.
yer lave. Oh, the troacherous thiete
lie is no Irish wolf dog. He has rot a
drop Of Irish blood in his carcass. He rs
some murther;n' hyena, or fiery dragon.
know he has knocked fire out of my
eyes any how
The Colonel expressed his regret at
the occurrence Of the catastrophe Took
his friend, Mccarthy, into the store,
poured brandy on his wound, and some
more down his throat, the joint effects
of which seemed greatly to revive him.
He has registered u vow, however, never
to 60 within paving distance of those
"furrin baStes" any more.