The true Democrat., 1856-05-06
NO. 30.
From the knekerbocker Magazine for April. THE SONG OF .sNOTHIN, SuoRTEp :,

VI tuo uSuTerS conScq uenttl Who in buggies ride, important. Rattling past the lonely toll-gate. Yes, sweet and fairy creature Was old Step and fetch-it'sn daughter. And her name was Tipsydoosen,n ,Ojr Or the young grasshopper eater! Should you ask me whence this story. hehce tms legend and tradition. should answer, That's my business; Alu were | to go and tell you, sn rou would knoW as much as do.n ,rI;U G''u ou asK who heard this story, m HIS queer story, wild and wavward, ,m 1iiopiu .| answer, should tell you, All the California people, iPes ol 5lPeSVille, King of William, Jones and Cohen, Kean Bucbanan And Miss Heron, sweet as supar. And the Chinese, eating birds' nasts Well they know old ''Step-and- fetcb,itu Near grocery at the Mission. Step and-fetch-it" and his daughter In the sun were once reclining. Near them lay whisky bottle, Mighty little was there in it; For the old mans thirst consuming Caused that fluid to evaporate. Tn ms hand old Step and -fetch-itn Heid blg chunk of boiled Salmon, And as hsh, bones, all, he bolted. Wagged from side to side his visaoe.
 
 Sung tlm song of '' Nothin' Shortcr.n Accompanied by Tipsy doosen, In fonr sharps, upon the Jews harp.
 Iteang q dfldie t,canq df9dIe.
 dd"@"g asddte, tsoang diddle,
 T~ang, zscang, 7loahq, Tuni " Nothin Shorter' was '' digger;;o So am and nothin' shorter; (IhuS hesang, old < Step and -fetch-it,") And he lived upon the mountains, Dug his roots and pulled the acorns, And the rich grass hoppers roasted Happy was he, bold and fearless, Had no troubles to molest him, Had no tieas upon his blanket, For in fact he hadn't got one.
 put one morning gazing earthward," He beheld q pond of water Which he forthwith fell in love with, And the pond reciproeated And they loved each other fondlv, Happy long they were together.
 L"ang diddle, tt0ang q diddie,
 1"a"g! T~angi IieGngi Yes, the pond loved :. Nothin' Shorter" Every day she bathed his forehead, Gave him drink when he was thirsty, Would have washed him we'll all over, Only that would take the dirt off And the grease, and yellow ochre, In winch his very soul delighted But they lived and loved together;n Yes. they lived and loved together An original expression) Till the sun, with fever scorching, Caused the little pond to ''drv up" Then was Nothin' Shorter'' angry. Loud he howled, and tore his breech-cloth, And with fury shrieked and danced As on the sun he poured his curses. And he cried. 70 Scallewoprar',1 Which aS the Indian name for sun, "Sir, 1ou have been, and gone and done it. IL was you dried up my sweetheart, Killed the beauteous Muddybottom, lou confess it: you confess it.'n And he saw the sun wink at him. As if to say he felt glad of it. Then up started 'Nothin' Shorter.n And making quick pair of mittens Out of willow bark and rushes, With them rent crag asunder, Rent jutting crag asunder, And, picking up the scattered pieces. Hurled them at the sun in vengeance, And so fast the rocks kept fl ying, I hat the air was nearly darkened And obscured, so ''Nothin' Shorter'' Could not see but what he hit it. So he ran and kept on throwing Stones and dirt, and other missiles. III the sun, which kept retreating, iO0 'i"llll dG HIS persistence, And behind the western mountains Hid his recreant head in terror; But the last rock ''Nothin' Shorter, Threw, fell back on his "caJeza," And produced comminuted Fracture of the cerebelum.
 It0aag c dtddle, t2cang c ddddle,
 1~ang! 1ioangt Yum! Forsolnc timc poor "Nothin' Shorter' Lay upon the earth quite sensvless, Ill small exploring party. Under Col. John C. Fremont, Picked him up and fixed his bruises, Put on "Dalley's Pain Extractor" And some liquid opodeldoc When relieved, though soroly shattered, He sat up, on his launches, And to Fremont told his story. GraVely listened that young Saran Wrote it down upon his notebook, Had old Preuss to make drawing, Representing "Nothin Shortern Throwing boulders; then he gave him An old blanket and beef bone, And when he asked him for quarter, Told him to go unto the Devil. but far away in eastern cities Fremont told that tale of wonder: And a certain famous poet Heard it all and saw the picture. Wrote 1t out and had it printed In one volume post octave. And l wish had the money For this song of"Nothin' Shorter.n
 l0ang daddle, t0ang C dtddle,
 10ang, tacang, ta0ang. At this iuncture, Amos Johnson flushed tumultuously from his grocery, Crying, ''Dern your Indian uproar; Stop that noise and dry up quickly tba o1 III -" here he saw Miss Tipsydoosen. And the heart of Amos caved in. As afterwards he told Miss Stebbins That she just completely knocked hiIn.n Why should continue longer. ''Gentles," we'll ye know the sequel. How the bright~eyed Tipsydoosen Now is Mrs. Amos Johnson; Wears gipure and old point laces, And won't visit Mrs. Hodgkins, Cause hel husband once made harness. lcs q leader of the fashion Now is "Young Grasshopper Eater.n And the ancient "Step-and- fetch-itn Has residence at Johnson's; In the back yard an umbrella Stuck for his accommodation, Where he sleeps and dreams fair visions Of the day 8 of" Nothin' Shorter;;' And the moral of my tale is, "1o be girtu0us md De ehappy."