The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-04-13

The preacher reconstructed, and Forgcron
walked up to the horse and threatened to
tear him off, if he did not di>mount, where.
upon the worthy man made virtue of no
ces.ity, and alightcd.
Il have but ono request TO make, my
friend, that is that YOU wont beat me with
this orcrcoat on. 1t WAS a present from the
ladies of my last circuit, and do not wish
to have it torn"
"Of with it, AMI that suddenly, you bas.
in faced imp, vou."
The Methodist preacher slowly drew off
his surcoat, as the blacksmith continued his
TRADE of abuse on him Sclfand his sect, and
rs he drew his right hand from the sleeve.
and threw the garment behind him, he dealt
MIR. Forgcron tremendous blow between
his eyes, which laid thatperson mt full length
on the ground, with the testament of Thomas
Paine beside him. The Rev. Mr.. StubJle-
worth, with the tact of n connosscur in such
matters, did not wait for his adversary to
rise, but mounted him with the quickn ,ss off,
cat, and as he bestowed his blows, with a
bountcous hand, on the stomach and face of
the blacksmith, continued his song where he
ha'l left off, on his arrival at the smithy--
Tongue cannot express the sweet comfort and
peace,
Of soul in its earliest love-
Until Mr.. Forgeron, from having cxpc:i-
enccd "lirst love-" or some other sensation
equally new to him, responded Justify,
" Nough "Nough Take him off, But
unfortunately there was no one % perform
that Office, except the old roam, ami he
munched bunch of grass and looked on us
quietly as it his master was "haDDy" ut a
camp-mccting,
snow" said Mr.. Stublewortl, "thcrc are
"tlIree things yon must promise me-, before
let you up"
"Wllat are they" asked Forgcron, ea-
gcrly.
"rhc first is, that you will never molest a
Methodist preacher again"
Here Ned's pride rose, and he hcsitated,
and the reverend gentleman, with his usual
benign smile on his face, renewed his blows
and sang
81 role on the sky, freely justified ],
And the Moon it under my feet"
This oriental language overcamc the black
smith! Such bold figures, or something else,
caused him to sing out, well, Ill do it
Ill do it."
Stubbleworth. 81 think | can make II decent
man of YOU yet, and perhaps christian"
Ned groaned.
The second thing require of you is, to
90 to Pumpkinvine Creek meeting house,
and hear me preach tomorrow"
Ned attempted to stammer out some en-
cusc. "I-l-that is"
When the divine resumed his devotional
hymn, and kept time with the music by
striking him over the face with the hcshy part
of the hand
"My soul mounted higher, chariot of
fire,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat"
Ned's promise punctuaity' caused the par
sons exercise to cease, and the words, redo
lent Of gorgeous imagery, died away echoes
from the adjacent crags.
"Now, the third and last demand make
of you is pcremptory,"
Ned WAS all attention to know what was
to come next.
You are to promise TO seek religion, day
and night, and never rest till you obtain it lt
the hands of mercifu Rc,lcelner"
The fallen man looked at the declining sun,
and then Mt the parson, and knew not what
to say, when the latter individual began to
raise his voice in song once more, aud Ned
knew what would come nert.
iii do my best" lie said, in an hum6lc,l
voice.
"Weil, that's man." Mr.. Stubbleworth
said. Now get up and so down to the
branch and wash your face, and dust
you clothes, and tear up Mr.. Paine's testa-
n,ent, and turn your thoughts on high"
Ned arose with feelings, he had never cx-
perienced before, and went to obey the lava
tory injunction of the preacher, when that
! gentleman mounted his horse, took Ned by
the hand and said, ''keep your promise and
LII keep your counsel. Good evening, Mr.
Forgeron; Ill look for you tomorrow" and
of he rode with the same impcrturbabe
countenancc, singing SO loud ms to scare the
eagicts from from their revcre in the over
hanging rocks.
"Wcil," thought Ned, "ths is nice bus
iness What would the people say ifthey
knew Edward Forgeron was whpt before hi,
own door in the gap, and by Methodis
pyeocher too: But his musings more il
sorrow than in anger"
CHAPTER III.
The disfgutcd countcnancc Of Forgersoi