Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-09-04
An Amtsing Storg.
From the American Union.
CONVERTING A BLACKSMITH.
The scene is laid in the mountain region.

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of Georgia Mr.. Forgeron, blacksmith,
had great antipathy against all Methodist
ministers in particular.
His shop was in a narrow mountain pass,
and he declared his determination to whip
every Methodist preacher that passed the
shop. The Rev. DR.. Stubbleworth, howev-
er, readily consented to go there, and the
Following describes his ride through the
mountains:
Forecron had heard of his new victim,
and rejoiced that his size and appearance fur
nished better subject for his vengeance
than the attenuated frame of the late parson
O, what nice beating he would have. He
had heard, too, that some ministers were
rather spirited, and hoped that this one might
be provoked to fight. Knowing that the
clergyman must pass on Sunday, in the af-
ternoon, he gave his striker holiday, and
regaled himselfon the beauties of Tom Paine,
awaiting the approach of the preacher. 1t
was not over an hour before he heard the
words:
go, how happy are they who the Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above"
sung in full voice; and soon the vocalist,
turning the angle Of the rock, rode up with
continued smile on his face.
elbow are you, old Slabsides q? Get off
your horse, and join me in my DEVOTION"
said the smith.
1have miles toride, answered the preach
er, 'and | haynt time, my friend; will call
when | return
your name is Stubbleworth, and you are
the triaing hypocrite the Methodists have
sent here to preach, eh?'
My name is Stubbleworth,' he meekly
replied.
Didn't you know my name was Ned For
geron, the blacksmith, that whips every
Methodist preacher that comes along" was
asked with an audaoious look; 'and how
dare you come here ?
The preacher replied that he had heard
of Forgeron's name, but presumed that he
did not mo!est well behaved travellers.
you presume so Yes, you are the most
presumptuous people, you Methodists, that
ever trod sole leather, any how. Well whatll
you do, you beef headed disciple you'
Mr.. Stubbeworth readily professed his
willingness to do anything reasonable to a.
void such penance.
well, there's three things YOU have to do,
or I'll maui you into jelly. The first is,
you are to quit preaching; the secondisy you
wear this last will and testament of Thomas
Paine next to your heart, read it every day,
and believe every word you read ; and the
third is, that you are to curse the Methodists
in every crowd you get into And the
blacksmith "shucked' himself, rolled up
his sleeves, and took quid of tobacco.
The preacher looked on during the novel
preparations without line of his face mov-
ing, and at the end he replied that the terms
were unreasonable, and he would not sub
nit to them.
well you've got whaling to submit to
then I'll tear you into doll rags, corner ways.
Get down, you long faced hypocrite.'
The preacher demonstrated, and Forgeron
walking up to the horse, threatened to tear
him off if he did not dismount; whereupou
the worthy made virtue of necessity and
alighted.
Il have one request to make, my friend
that is, you won't beat ME with this over
coat on; it was present from the ladies of
my last circuit, and do not wish to have
it torn
'Of with it, and that suddenly, you BASIN
faced imp, you
The Methodist preacher slowly drew off
his overcoat as the blacksmith continued his
TRADE of abuse of him and sect, and, throw
ing the garment behind him, he dealt Mr..
Forgeron a tremendous blow between the
eyes, which laid that person on the ground,