The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1854-06-27
A Hairy Shopkeeper.

Upon the banks OF the MISSISSIPPI, IN the
State of Tennessee, there once dwelt an old
chap by the lame of Yadge-Tom Yadge.-
: Now Tom had been an honest, hardw"rking
man, all his life, but he had never owned sad.
debut as Tom grew old his wealth and I'M
portance increased. and with il, desire for a
| hog skin; so he one day packed up clean
shirt, stuffed a hundred dullars into his wallet,
stepped upon steamboat, and away he started
down the river for New Orleans, to buy him a
saddle. Now this was the first trip Tom had
ever made; he had lived all his life where he
was born, and had never heard any other Ian
guage than that of his mothers tongue. In the
course of few days he landed upon the levee
at New Orleans. f.
y Poor Tom, little did he know what he had
encounter. The Frenchman was there, the
allan was there, the Spaniard was there, aud
ie German was there-some from all parts oi
ie world were upon that levce, and there was
ON, with his eyes stretched, and ears open,
ompletely mystified and bewldered at the
TRANCE iargon going on around him he stood
Ylt as long as mortal man we'll could, and at last
struck out, with his mind fully prepared to he
surprised at nothing he saw, upon his errand OF
HE saddle.
After meandering about the city for some
time, like some poor lost devil, he at length
fnnnd saddler's shop. Tom with heart elate
walked in.
The first and only living creature which met
his vision was baLoontf the largest species
sitting upon the counter, playing with the glrths
which were hanging from a saddle Immediately
over his head. Tom very politely addressed
him, How do You do, sirP The baboon
grinned and nodded. Il wish to buy Il saddle,
says Tom. The same expression from the
monkey. In a louder key from Tom / want
to buy saddle A very polite grin from the
baboon. Il will give yol $40 for that saddle
says Tom, at the same time handing him $40
bill. The animal, having seen his master put
money into the drawer, took it, and hopping
along the counter made depost Of Toms $50
note He returned, however, Immediately to
his former position.
Tom Well, hand US down the pig skim
Very little notice from the baboon. D.
it, why don't you give me my saddles have
paid you for it, SO hand it down, or / will lake
it myself An awful cliatterng from the
baboon.
Tom, not intending to be fooled with any
longer, reached out and caught hold of his
property-but no sooner had the poor fellow
done so, than the nails and teeth Of the monkey
were driven into his arm. Tom kicked and
swore-the baboon bit and screamed-until ut
last the owner of the shop, a Frenchmau, with
long moustache. came rushing into the room.
What in the d does all this fuss mean!
What do you want in here, you d old ras
cals By gar you shall give me sahstacshune:
Tom, not in the least daunted, but very much
exasperated. ripped out, You Internal old
hairy mouth scoundrel believe yon wish to
steal my 500! | came in here, bought sad
die, paid the money down for it, and now when
| want to be going with it, your son there has
refused to let me have it, and has kicked up a
h. of fuss about it.
Tom, however, got his saddle, and returned
the next morning in boat going up the river ;
but has been heard to swear it was the last one
he ever wished to purchase Nous Verrons
N. Y. Spirit Of the Times.