Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1855-06-09
The Mill of AthOITs Glen.
AFTER ossIAN, BY PUNCH.

It is the print of the Southern knuckle
the fist mark of the Cambridge un-
der-graduate, heavy-handed bruiser.
Cambridge undergraduate, brusier of
the heavy hand, wherefore didst thou
darken the eye Of Strange ? Why bung-
edst thou up the peeper of Athol!
The Autumn winds were singing the
coronach of the Summer iu Glentilt. A
moaning as no end Of ghosts, swept
through the hollow glen There with
the red and brown leaves falling around
him, stood the CHIEF of Clan Atholl,
with party of ladies and gentlemen.
Shrouded in the distance, cometh
Sandy Maclarran. With him behold two
stranger forms approaching. Onward
they come with the sturdy tramp of
youth, stout are the cudg gels which they
grasp in their nervous fists.
Ho, there ye that range unbidden in
the Glen of Tilt! Halt, ye wanderers
from the land of Cockney. Stand ye
jumpers of the counter!
We are no jumpers of the counter, no
wanderers from the land of Cockney.-
We come from the meadows that are
watered by Cam-from the abodes where
learning dwclleth in her colleges and
halls. Thither journey we on this beat
en- track. And who the deuce art thou
that hi2derest US.
Ken ye not the Chief of Clan Atholl
the tourist battling Duke Of the impas-
sable glen?
For the Chief of Atholl's clan we care
not dump, the Duke of the impossible
glen we care not farthing. We have
passed the Asses bridge, wherefore
should We not pass thy glen' Duke of
the impossible glen, stand out of the
sunshine
Fire flashed from the eye of Atholl :;
wrath blazed from the countenance of
Strange. By the collar he seized the
foremost youth. Back Return by the
way thou camest. Back or, by the
beard of my ten thousand ancestors, ye
shall rue the day! Back! I say, on
your lives, ye sons of Granta!
Unhana me, Chief of Clan A.holI, or
whoever thou art Unhand me, l say,
or | will punch thine head-Thou wilt
not? Here goeth, then take that for
thyself.
Together they rushed-thc son of
Granta ard the Chief of Clan Atholl
Furious was The Chief, and wild, and a.
reused was the undergraduates monkey.
Blow was exchanged for blow, lunge for
lungc, slash for slash, heavy was the
countering, and the knocks surrounded.
Loud shouted the gentlemen shrill were
the screams of the ladies'.
The Chief was overcome with fury.
and hit abroad. Wary was the Catabri-
gian youth, well trained on the pleasant
banks of the Cam to encounter in a
stand-up mill the brawny bargee. Sharp
fell the stinger on the proboscis of
Strange fast flowed the claret from the
conk of Atholl. One, two, were planted
on the optics of the Chief darkness
swan before him then fell a Sumner on
his ducal frontispiece; and he fell into
the arms of his faithful henchman-even
the arms of Sandy Maclarran.
To the rescue, Donald of the tufted
chin Roderick of the red moustaches,
to the help of your chief Hamish of
the Pipes-Dougal the breekless--clay.
more for Clan Atholl
The eight hands of the four bold
groomS are at once on the collar of the
Sassenach. As many more grasped the
coat tail of his companion-the Heeland-
men were Draw From before the bruis-
ed face of their chieftain they drag away
the sons of Granta.
Mourn for Echymosis encircles the
ogle of tho Strange lament for the
visual organ of Atholl is darkened.--
RAISE the sound Of thousand bagpipes
Closed is the eye Of him who would
close Glen Tilt to the traveller. Confu-
sion sits on the brow of the Chieftain /;
the countenance of the Duke Mareth the
marks Of punishment.
*The Duke Of Atholl recently at
tempted to prevent three Cambridge
students from passing through his de-
mesne. The students refused to turn
back, and bout at fsticufs ensued, in
which the Duke got worsted.