The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-02-08
Simon sugg's Defeat.


In the last Spirit Of the Times Fe fud the
following sparkling article:
What is the greatest number Of puppies, my
Rapper that you ever knew in one pointer
bitch's litter Dost give it ups Thereby
hangs a tale. /"
A few weeks since, your correspondent
was n candidate before the Legislature. for
the Office Of Solicitor. in which race it is
matter Of record. that be GOT deminition'
threshing. He had divers friends in the good
city Of Montgomery. and among them was
Mac. (who thought himself politically ruined
because he missed,a big fellow, three conse-
cutive shots. with first rate revolycrl Mac
was " dead Ii" for ''our ticket. and proposed
10 do some " trading of rather a novel sort.
Said be to the candidate" Your pointer
L0tQ, will have puppies shortly, eh ?" "Yes."
Well, leave the disposing Of them to me
don't promise one away the litter must bring
you votes enough to elect YOu."
So. Mac-they Say--went to work, prom
ised Lola's puppies to young members who
seemed to be favorable His description
Of the bitch abounded in superlatiyes-and as
TO that, they we're all deserved The shooting
men, and some that wanted to be shooting
men were "all alive" to get specimens Of
stock Of such transcendant qualities.
When the candidate was referred to about
his dogs, be gently waived the matter, saying
that his friend Mqc bad somehow got control
Of all that, and SO forth and 80 on.
Things progressed gOriously; Mac report
ed bis success daily. only once remarking,
slyly, that he was afraid it would strain L0ta,
sadly, to comply with all his engagements; /;
and at last the day set apart for the election
arrived
Our tickets" candidate was in the rotuu-
ia, doing his best, an hour before the two
Houses met in convention Presently a very
young member stepped up, slapped him on
the shoulder, said he was for our ticket,
and wound up WITH don't forget my puppy"
Several others came up about this time, all
"for our ticket" and each anxious to know
when his puppy would reach the metropolis.
The candidate grew uneasy; the crowd still
thickened-and nearly every one was saying
something about the fine pointer puppy he
was about to receives The candidate mental
ly counted the claimants and when he neared
the figure 2I-and saw others approaching
who looked as if they we're in, too, he In
continently left for his hotel.
Two hours afterwards. there was a solemn
meeting Of two friends. in a small room, on
the fourth floor Of the Exchange.
well" said Mac, they've beat you, old
fel couldn't be helped. After you left. the
fellows | had promised the pups to, got 70
cross questioning one auother, and then they
rot 10 cross.questioning me-; and the upshot
4 was. they found out / had engaged rather
large litter; and 50 The last one Of en- bOltedl
All. old fel! if that spoke hadn't broke, you'd
better believe you'd have made Shell-road
time ~
Now, Mac, on honor, how many puppies
did you promise, and when and where did you
promise to deliver them =
Mac scratched his head, thoughtiuily, and
remarked
Il pledged about as many as generally
come at one time-to be delivered here, within
ten DAYS; hirty-Seuen Of en- md all
a0gS az that -
Poor LoLal No wonder Mac thought It
would strain her to comply.