Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-01-17
amusi11g Mistellanp.
THE CREASED POLE.

Where near the head waters or the fenoDscot,
and when he arrived at the age Of nineteen, he
had got his growth and 'cut his eye teeth a
circumstance which was generally admitted by
all who knew him One bright morning in
june, Zeke placed his long body in clean
shirt, run his long legs through pair of stri-
ped trowsers, wrapped span new waistcoat a
bout his breast, hauled up his stiff cotton dick
ey and tied a checked gingham about his
neck, and then donned his swallow-taile coat,
the brass buttons of which looked like row
sof newly risen stars Zeke was literally pi-
oneer in the sBloomer costume, at least one
would have thought so to seq him as he now
stood. He disdained to have his trowsers legs
dangling in the mud, or to have the cuffs of
his. coat 81, ping in the wash bowl, so his blue
stockings peeped forth from beneath the tops
of his cowhides that looked up full six inches
to the trowser buttons, while his bony wrists
had free scope from. either shirt sleeve or cuff
Zeke's hair, which was of no color in particu-
lar, but bore all the lighter shades of the veg
etable kingdom, was down fiat with pure
bears lie, and directly on the top of his heap
he put white hat, somewhat resembling an
inverted butter frkin, and after gazing at his
presentment in the looking-glass for four and
half minutes, was heard to say:
Thar, Mr.. zeke Phipot, if you don't slide
on that then guess what amt what, that's
! alp
Zeke was bound for Bosting, with load of
genuine apple sass, and he expected, ere he
returned, to make slight commotion, if not
. more, in the great metropolis. The old mare
was harnessed, and in due course of time Zeke
: and his load arrived in Bosting, where the
sass was disposed of to good advantage, and
with seventy-fve dollars in his pocket our he
70 began to look around to see the sights
tHel-lop exclaimed Zeke, as he stopped one
morning before blazing placard, which adorn-
ed one Of the back walls in Flag Alley; 'wat'n
tarnation's that? A Golden Ladder Road
to For-t-u-D:e-oh, fortin, that's it--a road to
fortin.'
Zeke went on to decipher the reading be-
meath, and gradually he gained the intelli-
gence that on Black Bay there was to be pole
twenty feet high, and upon the top of which
the proprietor would place prize of two hun
dred dollars, to be obtained by one who could
obtain it. Chances So.
well, tew hundred dollars is some pum-
kins,' soliloquized Zeke. I've clumb pooty
s skinny trees in my day. I'll just walk into
that fellers tew hundred, rot me eff deon't.
with, this feeling of cupidity, zeke start
: ed for the scene of action, and twas not till he
had run down dozen apple women that he
remembered his entire ignorance of where
Black Bay might be, and when this informa-
tion was gained he appeared to remember that
the told mare hadn't been seen too!
Zeke was economical in his housekeeping.
He hired single stall in small shed near
the Providence depot, boug int his own hay,
and took care of his own animal. Thither he
hastened his steps, and having fed and water
ed his beast, he took from his wagon box an
old wool card and raked down the mare in the
most approved manner. To be sure the steel
teeth moved little more harshly over the
bones than usual, but then Zeke was in hur-
ry, for that 'few hundred was in his eye.
At length by dint OF much inquiry Mr.. E.
zekiel Philpot found his way to a spot where
the people had already began to collect around
the Golden Ladder
tHal-low = exclaimed Zeke, as he came up,
'whar's the chap wot keeps this ere pole?
Il am the man, answered burly fellow
with red nose and pimpled chin, who oc-
cupied chair near the pole. want to try a
chance? Walk up, gentlemen, walk up
only three dollars Who wants the two hun
dred?'
'Hold on, ole feller,' interrupted Zeke !;
'dew yer mean to say as heow there's tew hun
dred dollars in that ere bag upt' the top o
that pole?
Certainly
can eff I ken get it's mire?'
'You can have chance for three dollars,
Mr.. Zeke'
'Zackly. Wal, now, there's yer three dol
lars, and meow here's what goes for the hull
lot
Zeke divested himself of his coat, rolled
up his shirt sleeves, and giving a powerful
leap, grasped the pole about ten feet from the
ground. A single sccond-no longer-he
staid there; and then slipped back on terra
frma. Zeke looked at his hands, and then
down upon his striped trowsers. Then he
looked at his hands again; and raising them
up to his nose, while deep, long smell SEEM
ed to set his doubts and queries at rest, he
uttered:
'The deuce! Hogs fat by thunderv
A broad laugh from the crowd soon brought
Zeke to his senses, and convinced him that he
had been sold But ere he could find his
tongue again an old salt, about three sheets
in the wind, paid for his chance and essayed
to climb the pole. The sailor huggcd half
way up, aud then he slid. The crowd laugh
ed again, but this time their attention was
turned from Zeke to the new aspirant, and af-
ter erwaiting a moment in sort ola drown study,
our hero quietly slipped away, remarking to
the red-nosed man, 'he was goin to git three
dollars more, and he'd be darned cf he didn't
try it again y
In an hour Zeke was again upon the ground.
Meow ole feller,' said he to the man who
took the entrance money. i want tew try
that ere thing wunse more, an l want yew t
understand, at l shall jis take of my shews
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