The weekly Placer herald., 1854-08-12
MONSIEUR KAINTucK AND THE

Indiana, in one of her trips down
the Mississippi, were large number
of good natured passengers. They
were seeking to while away the
hours according to their several no
tons of pleasure, and would have
got on very well but for one annoy
ance. There happened to be on
board Hoosier from the Wabash,
who was going down to Orleans,
and had provided himself with an
old violin, fancying that he could
fiddle as well as the best man, and
planting himself where he would
attract general attention, scraped
away. The fellow couldn't fiddle
any more than setting hen, and the
horrible noise disturbed his fellow
passengers excessively. A French
man, of very delicate nerves, and a
very fine musical ear, was especially
annoyed. He futtered, fdgeted and
swore at the "sacre" fiddle. The
passengers tried various expedients
to rid themselves of the Hoosier and
his fiddle; it was no go-"he would
music just as long as he d--d
please" At last, big Kentuckian
sprung from his seat saying, II
reckon I'll fix him." placed himself
near the amateur fiddler, and COM
menced braying with all his might.
The effect of the move was beyond
description. "Old Kentuck" brayed
so loud that he drowned the screech-
ing oft fiddle, and amid the shouts
Of the passengers, the discomitted
Hoosier retreated below, leaving the
victory of the unequal contest with
the Kentuckian and his singular
impromptu imitation Of Balaam's
friend. The delight of the French
man knew no bounds; quiet was
restored for the day. During the
night the Kentuckian left the boat.
The next morning, after breakfast,
the passengers were startled by the
discordant sound of their old tormen-
tor; Hoosier had discovered that the
coast was clear, and was bound to
revenge himself on the passengers.
Loud and worse than ever screamed
the fiddle. F'renchman, just seated
to read his paper, on the first sound,
rose, looked anxiously around, shrug-
ged his shoulders, and then shouted
''Vare is HE? Queeck -queeck.
Mon Dieu! Ware is Monsieur Kahn
tuck, re man VAT PLAY ON zE
JACKAss."
Washerwomen are said to be the
most inconsistent people in the world,
because they always look for soft
water when it has been raining hard.
Jean Paul says love may slumber
in lady's heart, but it always
dreams.
Among the curiosities, lately added
to the Schenectady Museum, is a
mosquitoes bladder containing the
u. souls of twenty-four misers, and the
fortunes of twelve printers nearly
half full.
"There is woman at the bottom
Of every mischief" said 10. " es,"
replied Charley, "when | used to get
into mischief my mother was at the
bottom of me-"
"Why Mr.. b." said tall youth to
little person in company with half
dozen huge men, II protest you are
so small | did not see you before"
every likely" replied the little gen
tleman, 81 am like sixpence among
six copper pennies, not readily per-
ceived, but worth the whole of them"
RATHER Personal. A New
York editor, finding cabbage seed
in letter received from brother
quill, wants to knowif his correspon-
dent has the habit of scratching his
head while writing.
'How well he plays for one so
young" said Mrs. Partington, as the
organ boy and his monkey performed
near her door, "and how much his
little brother looks like him, to be
sure"
LIBELoUs.--Some slanderer asserts
that napormalxorS aro tho oroatnct