The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1852-04-21

run" Then every fellow yelled, and hol-
lard. Some bawled out, "huzza for Jim
Gingle!" And others, .go it JIM" Roger
Keepstill belonged to meeting; and he ask
ed me what were my views on the Maine
liquor law. hardly know'd what to an.
swer him. II ] said was in ffvor Of it,
Id loose good many votes. And if
said was against it I'd loose a good many:
So says |, ''ths main thing, whatever it is,
ought to be our study, and our thought.
We ought to redundate, expostulate. and
denunciate, on the merits and interior Of
the great moving document. Roger then
laughed, and grinned, and soon got clear
Of him, by asking big Sam. to let me see
that bully colt the folks talk so much
about. Sans eyes fairly danced and
glissened. "You want to see my Jerusa-
lem go-a-head said he?" said, "sartan.
ly Sam" We started to 60 10 the stable:
and when we got to the watering-trough
below the barn, Sam. stopped, and looked
all around him; at length he said: slim
them fellows has bottle hid right under
this BUSH" He peeped in, then pushed
his arm in to the elbow, and pulled out
Black Bet sure enough. "Here Jim," said
he, stake horn" "With all my heart"
said I. "Here's your health, Sam. your
wle's too, when you marry, and may it be
soon." "Amen," said he. | would had
drank his colts health too, but was afraid
he would think just done i, to get his vote.
After had drank, | reached it to him.
He let five big glugs down his gullet. I
| came mighty near swearing at him to
stop, but minded | was runnin' for office,
and durst' mt insult him. But said |, "Sam
let's put Bet away, where we found her, or
them fellows will blame us for stealing their
whisky" After talking awhile, we pushed
ahead for the stable; but before we got there
Sam. was waggng backwards, and for.
wards, very like skiff in storm, swear
Ing that his colt Dido was the whirlegig Of
the world. We got there at length, after a
good many ups and downs. SNOW Jim" !"
said he, "did'nt | tell you the the truth.
Look at that gentleman's hams-no fiddle
neck-no rabbit nose. Look at the arm
he has got He can double the ground on
the squire's racer. Now look how he
pulls against me-" catching him by the
tail, swearing, pulling, and staggering,
but by some means his hold slipped, and
away he went with terrible force back.
wards. His head struck knot that stuck
out on one Of the logs, and the next instant
he was lying covered with blood, mutter.
ing oaths and sometimes letting the most
unearthly squawks ever heard "Mur-
der! murder!!" he would below, at The
top OF his voice. The old woman and
two Of the girls came running at the top
of their speed, and hearing Sam. crying
murder, they undertook TO murder me, by
flying at me with brooms, and tobacco
sticks; bu! proved too fast a runner for
them. streaked it fast over the fields till
got to my critter; in minute | was gal.
loping homewards. | got home in good
time, but made my wife bar the door well,
and nail down all the windows. | didn't
know but the Sheriff, or constable, would
be right after me. | dreamed terrible
dream that night which may tell you at
some future time. JIM GINGLE.
True James, the novelist, utters the
following beautiful sentiment in one Of his
books:
Ground the idea Of ones mother, the
mind of man clings with fond affection.
1t is the first deep thought stamped upon
our infant hearts, when yet soft and capa-
be of receiyeing profound impressions,