The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-05-17
ORIGINAL SKETCH.
For hs Port Gibson RcreiRe.
ADVENTURES ON THE FIELD
OR,
Young America ON a Busti
lSeguol n " Going 70 Muster. ~

BY J. BOMBER, JR.
twhen Mars, the god Of war,
Of fighting first Gid think,
He called his forces, far and near,
And took a glass Of drink y
DEFUScr BARD.
Here we are, at last, boys" cried the dri-
yer ioyfully, as he refined up in front Of the
tavern at Cornish Flat, and threw the reins
70 the osiler; here we are. at last; and if
anyonc's glad it's me-"
These ere nags amt bit sorry. I'll
warrant yc," remarked the ostler; and he sur
yeycd our team with curious eye, as they
stood foaming and painting at the door.
Now look here, Mister Hostler - ex-
claimed the driver, pettishly. if you don't
want to take care Of those horses. just say so,
and I'll drive round to the other stable. I'll
be darned il I amt tired of hearing those hOr-
scs abused. aud. what is more. won't stand
it any longer! Every man we met on the
road had some pesly remark to mako about
them; but, after all the fuss, we havo arrived
here in time-hain't we, boys?"
We have that" promptly replied Tom /;
"we started from home at two o'clock, and 1t
i not more than seven now, I'll bet"
lie he he" chucklod the jolly osiler,
we'll, I'll be DANCED Come eight miles in
seven hours? ma! Ia what1l yer take for
those hosscs Mister I'll gin yer seventy-fve
dollars for the lot. take 'em as they stand
What dyer say ?"
you 60 to thunder. scornfully replied
the driver; Il wouldn't sell them for eighty
Eve, even if they were for sale but seeing as
how they amt mine. there's no use talking
about il. Rub them down well. and give
them half peck Of oats apiece.-llark" ("
"Hark " repeated Tom.
IIark ., exclaimed |.
ITarkw chorused the boys in one breath.
al thought | heard the drums, said the
driver.
So did |, !" said Tom.
IIark :" exclaimed |. again; "Tll be
darncd if didn't hear them. somewhere
IIillo there il is again. Let's 60 and see'
boys"
Yes :he drums were now beating in earn
est, and away we went at full speed-to be M
time Far down the street we're to be seen
the columns of an infantry company. who
had just procured their equipments from the
baggage wagon, and we're now being marched
up to the hotel by the First Lieutenant. that
the Captain (who was securing his sword in
the bar room) might take command.
IIilo yonder comes another company IN
different uniform, and their drums and fifes
are causing the very hills to echo. See yon-
der comes another, and another, and tire fourth
their gallant commanders arc already :" in
arms" and the muskets Of their warriors glis-
Ten brightly in the morning sun.
But listen. what voice Is that which rings
80 shrillupon the ear, drowning by its piercing
notes even the commands ofthe mighty Colon
el? 'Tis the geddzer's voice, crying in cla-
rion tones" Walk up, roll up. tumble up.
jump ur, any way to git uP-h-e.r'e-'-s where
you git your moneys worth Walk up.
gentlemen, don't be bashful."
LETS 90 and sec what he's got tor sale'
TOm," said /; perhaps hes got some g'n-
gerbread, and by gosh. I'm hungry"
"'NuF said, replied Tom. and up We vent
Got any ginberbread'" ?" queried /.
"No, sir - answered be, sharply.
Nor goldfish ?" queried Tom.
NO, SIR" shouted the peddler.
Nor spruce-beer ?" queried the driver
In desponding tone.
Go long boys. Don't you SEQ I'm seii'
ing tin-warc ?" said the peddler; and OIL we
vent in another direction.
{" IIo. gentlemen :" cries the cracked voice
siaueuous, little old man, whose booth was /