The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-07-14
THE DAILY DISPATCH


White the Legislature Of Missouri was II
session, q few yenFs ago, green fellow ffou
sAe country came TO Jefferson 70 sch some
chickens He had about two dozen, oil Of
which he had tied BY the legs to a string and
sbis being divided equally, and thrown across
his horse or his shoulder. formed his mode Of
conveyance, leaving The fowls with their heads
hanging down, with little else of them visible
shsn their naked legs, and a proniscuous pile
81 out-stretched wings and ruffied feathers
After several Intellectual efforts to dispose OF
his load. a wag. to whom he made an offer OF
sale, tsid him that he did not want chickens
himself, bat that perhaps he could sell them ~
that large stone honse over there tine Capiio''l
that there was man over there buying. on
speculation, for the ST. Louis market, ana no
doubt he could find ready SALE
The delighted countryman started, wtien MS
mformer stopped him.
- a.I,ook here" says he, "when you get over
here. 90 M stairs and then turn TO the left
The man stops in that large room. You will
end him sitting OF the other end OF the room,
and is now engaged with a number OF fellows
buying chickens. IL q man at the door should
> stop YOU don't mind him. He has got chick
eos himself for sale, and tries to prevent other
people from selling theirs. Don't mind him
bot 20 right ahead"
Following the directions, our friend soon
Iound himselfat the door Of the Hall of Repre-
sentatves. To open il and enter was the
work of a moment. Taking from his shoulder
the string of chickens, and giving them
shake, to freshen them, he commenced his
journey towards the speakers chair, the fowls,
10 the meantime, loudly expressing, from the
half formed cr0w TO the harsh qaaark, their
bodily presence, and their sense of bodily
pein.
81, say, ir,''-Here he had advanced about
half down the aisle, when he was seized by
Major Jackson, the doorkeeper, who hap
pened to be returning from the Clerks desk.
"What the devil are you doing here with
these chickens; get out, sir, get out" whisper
ed the doorkeeper.
mo you don't, though, you can't come that
game over me. you've got chickens yourself
for sale, get out yourself aud let me sell mine.
] say, sir. Tin louder tone to the Speaker
are you buying chickens here to-day? I've
got some prime ones here"
And he held up his string and shook his
fowls until their music made the wallis echo.
aLet me go, sir" Ito the doorSeeper) let me
60. l say. Fine large chickens-to the Spea-
ker-only six bits dozen.'
"Where's the Sergeant at arms" roaied the
Speaker, stake that man out"
Nov don't, will you, amt hard to trade
with. You let me go-to the doorkeeper--,
you've sold your chickens, now let me have
CuahCCs oay, uiC CFCuhcI Ill u
louder tone-are you buying chickens to-
"Go ahead,''"at him again." "thats right"
whispered some of the opposition members
who could command gravity enough TO speak,
"A, him again." "He'l buy them" He only
wants you to take less-at him again"
II say, sir,-in louder tone to the Speak
er-cuss your pictures let me go-fair play
~ o at one amt fair-to the Speaker and Ser
geant at arms-let me go: say, sir, you up
thereto the Speeker-you can have 'em for
six bits. Won't take cent less Take 'em
home and eat 'em myself before I'll take
prat your hides, don't shove so hard, will
you? you'll hurt then, chickens, and they
have had travel oft to-day, anyhow. Isay,
you, sir, up theie''-
Here the voice was lost by the closing of
the door. An adj ournment was moved, and
carried, and the members, almo st frantic with
nirth, rushed out to find our friend in high al
aeicaton with the d0orkeeper about the mean
ness OF selling his own chickens, and letting
nobody else sell theirs, adding that "if be
could just see that man up there by himself
bed be bound they could make a trade, and
that no man could afford TO raise chickens for
less than six bits"
The members bought his fowls by pony
purse, and our friend left the Capitol, saying
as he went down the stairs,
swell. thisis the durndest toughest place
Tor selling chickens that ever came across,
SIRE. Spirit of the Times.