Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-07-03
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
KEEP COOL,
OR,
Fortitude under Suffering.
DpANfAnIs DID eoNr
DRAMATIS PERsoNE.

CAPT. BLUsTER, and scouting party of soldiers.
DADE McFoGG1N, the keeper of jug Tavern.
PEaaY McFoGaIN, his wve.
SCENE. 4 log cabin on the road side. H deep
forest; owls hooting, and frogs eroaking an the dis
tance.
DATE Of the Tragedy, l77s. T1NE-Nidnight.
CAPTAIN BIUsTER and his party gallop up to the
door Of the Cabin.
Capt. Bluster. Halo old foggy, Traps the door
with his sword hilt] crawl out ofyour den my jol-
ly old boy, or I'll fire your wigwam and send you
to old Nick, wrapped up in the blue blazes Of
your own Jamaica, that you didn't come by hon
estly no how. Up, soy [pound, pound, upon
the door, whelp of Satan, if you would keep your
mean soul and body together two minutes longer.
Dadc McFoqgin. Within Comm Cap'in
aside to his wife. Up ole oman, for that's
Cap'in Buster, and you know he never pays for
his drink, and he has dozen scouts with him at
least. Up, say !-dod forever blast your drow-
sy head-and hide the dimijohn under the floor,
or we shall be bodyaciously ruined.
Capt. Bluster. Without Halo, say
None of .our tricks upon travellers you lousy old
skunk. Open the door quick, or your own kennel
shall give you light to see how to put on your
buckskins right end up and right side before
Tim Nettles, just apply w'isp of lighted tow to
the ends of them rotten boards.
Dade NcFoggin. Why lord-a-massy Cap'in, you
is in hurry sure enough Now amt comm
jist as fast as kin. Aside to Mrs. McFoggin.:
You birthstone divil hide that dimijohn tell you.
"opens the door and the scouts enter.
Capt. Blasicr. Well my hearties we have storm
ed the fort without the loss of a single man, and
the booty is our own in course, as the spoils of
war; and now old starve-tripes, produce your
Commissary stores, and, first and foremost, out
with your demijohn of Jamaica.
Dude IfcFoqgin. Now Cap'in, is sorry to tell
ye, but I'm obliged to do it, that Jack Fillpot and
his scouts came here last night and drunk every
blessed drap of Jamaica in the house.
Nrc. McFoggin. Yes Cap'in, as I'm 'onest
'oman-eyery drap!
Capt. Bluster. We don't dance to that tune my
beauties Tim Nettles, Jim Neal-one and all my
lads-strap this devils fugleman up to the joist
in less than no time and apply the hickory. We
have no time to parley here with thirsty throats
and lying thieves. Be quick-up with him.
And the next moment, with one end of n rope
Dade McFoggin's hands were tied together, and
the other end thrown over the joist and drawn
downwards until the ends of his toes only touch
cd the floor. The scouts formed circle around
the culprit, and the powerful arm of Tim Nettles,
in willing obedience to the command of his supe-
rior, brought the hickory down upon his back with
merciless energy. A shrek of agony from the
culprit and the rapid utterances of Mrs. McFog-
gin, were the quick responses to this powerful mp
peal to the hospitalities Of the place. 80, stop
Cap'in, stop, and you shall have some Jamaica
1 did hide bottle from Jack Fillpot and his
scouts and you shall have it, Capin, if you will ist
let the old man alone this time"
"Hold on for a moment, Nettles," responded
Capt. Bluster, "and now dam of Old Nick, bring
out your cordial"
An old fashioned case bottle was instantly
brought from its hiding place, and the Captain of
the scouts drew the cork and applied his proboscis
to the muzzle. His quick sense instantly answer
ed the intcrrogatory. "Let him down Nettles!"
he shouted ''its the real grit" and long drawn
swill at once demonstrated his faith in its poten-
cy The coveted beverage passed quickly around
the thirsty group, accompanied by many long
drawn breath and hearty smack of the lips. The
exhirating effects upon the nerves Of the topers
was instantaneous, and their satisfaction was an
nounccd by chorus of wild savage shouts.
"The soldier has his turns of fighting, fasting
and feasting," exclaimed the Captain. ave have
had our fill of the two first to-day, and now my
lads for the real consolation of the inner man.
Huzza for the Jamaica, it is certain cure for
all the ills of the soldier, and let give it hear
ty welcome to our thirsty souls A song my
hearties to the joys which rum alone can give
Form round in a ring my sons of thunder and
place these two Divuities, Joye and Venus, in the
centre, that we may sing their praises under the