Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1852-05-26

Reader have you ever taken triI
on the John Simpson, a floating pal,
ace, with splendid cabins, luxurious
state rooms, superb table, everything
ina No. style.
"No.'
Never heard of Capt. Bell who
boasts of being the longest legged
Captain, and cleverest fellow up the
river.
mop
Well, you have lived long to little
purpose, and to make amends, the
next time you are on the river, "try
on Bell and the Simpson; and "bet
your life" you'll never regret it.
But to the subject. While the
Simpson lay at our wharf last trip, a
queer looking biped might have been
seen vending his way towards the
steam boat, "toating' a large hair
trunk under his arm. Let us describe
him. His upper story was topped
oil with coon-skin cap, long I'M
coWbed sandy hair, streaking out from
beaeath it and falling around like
flax. over brake. His coat was
built as if for single breasted vests,
with narrow rim running around
the neck, stiff as shingIc, then al
tered byn inserting the sleeves shirt
fasnWh INTO the shoulders, the gar
ment being buttoned up, "chock' in
front with small brass buttons. Be
tween the lower part of the aiorerncn-
toned and the trowsers was a gap of
about three inc hes, through which a
dlngy shirt pulled out like a life pre-
server. His pants were of Iinsey-
woolsey; the larger part of the cloth
in the neiglborhood of his two hin
der buttons, the smaller quantity re-
growing smaller till it rca- /
ched some six inches from the red .
Unframed shoes that covered the .
pedal cNtremities, as tight as India
rubber carriers. A tallow complex
Toned countenance, grey eyes--now
you have the man.
lie walked up the plank of the
boat, deposited his trunk on IA bale of
cotton, crossed his hands bchind.t took
a general view of things in general, !
and noticing the engineer getting up
steam, walked around to communi.
cate with him.
Guess that this'ere's mazin' fast
crl,ter ov yOurn."
'Ah," grunted the engineer, not
disposed to enlarge his acquaintance
by the Chestcrlicldian mode.
"Ncvcr kicks out ov the breechin."
"IIa."
I" Nor rars, nor pitches, nor nothing
of thar sort"
":Bah."
well, old boss, | guess you'll new
er die tiom wastin Yer BIRTH, for you
keep your rusty ole mouth as close as
an istcr. leu don't pretend to say
this ere ugly lookin conSarn can run
fast, Je-mi-ma ef yeoud see my
brothers wlie's uncle skect yer would
think ct You see as he run asin
time, and tew bet he run so goi-alir-
ed fast that his hair whipped, crack
ed so that when he cum eout at the
end ov the race, he was clean baIhea-
dcd-fact, but that warn't a primin
tew what he did one mite racin with
a ghost"
Here the engineer opened the safety
valve in close Proximity to the coon
skin cap, which suddenly disappear ar
ed, thus breaking the thread of the
ghost story, its proprietor soon max
ing his entrance into the ladies cabin,
which was only occupied by black
chambcrmaid.
'Gemman's cabin next door, no
no gemman lowed in ERE without
ladies'" said the darkee, angry at
the intrusion Of such looking man
into the cabin.
"Aint a gwinc to tech nothn, Jest
wanted to famine the critter. Whats
them air" pointing to the state
rooms;
For the ladies' brefs, sab.
How many hev yer got?'
Bout thirty, sab
'Whar's the vimen folks?'
'On dc deck, sab
Thirty births year, 'spose.-
What place for doctor tive settle
in-lots Of sickness 'mong so many
soliquized he, while he stuck his head
into q state room to see the accom-