Squatter sovereign., 1856-11-22
OBTAINING SUBSCRIBERS.
A CANyAsslNG SKETCH.
By THE YOUNG EN.

troit, and ut the commencement 81 our ca
reer .eout thar" we employed a local trav-
cling agent-one John D., a fellow
of infinite tao, in his business, and ordina-
rily one of the merriest, happiest, best ma
tured bipeds VIC ever met with. John had
a way Of procuring subscribers. however,
peculiarly his own; and his success was
proverbial. If he undertook to get a mans
name and subscription money, he got It
there was no lodging the issue, where he
had resolved upon this thing.
John was large, powerful man, stand
ing six feet three, in his stockings-and
he feared nothing, in the performance of
his duty at times when a resort to the
=" tricks of his trade" was necessary, he
was ever {" at home," and his milnicry.
smiling countenance, and capital address,
always made HIM scores Of friends. almost
at first sight. But John occasionally en-
countered tough customer.
:" You call that paper 2" exclaimed
rough, big-fsted fellow, derisively, ore
morning in a coffee house where John
was canyassing.
''Well l do" said John quietly.
40, get out }" responded the bully.
"And you must subscribe, too-come"
"Not's you know on" continued the
other. It's humbug!"
+" What's Eumbug? g"
"That paper o yourn."
Sc Come, now, my fine fellow, that won't
do," added our agent, not q little piqued.
He always stood straight up for the paper.
:" That kind o talk amt just the thing, my
friend" continued John, for there were
several persons present.
81 say it's hum persisted The fellow;
:" an you're another"
As the stranger got off this last remark
he approached the canvasser Instantly,
and offered unmistakable demonstrations
of belligerent character.
John measured his customer a moment
as he advanced, and drawing back he very
coolly knocked the insolent fellow down.
Then grasping the rowdy by the throat
Is my paper humbug g asked John.
''-Yes-cuss your picture
50 1t is, eh 2" continued the agent, bring
ing the fellow rap on the side of the
sconce, which astouished him immensely.
at is-is it y and again he cuffed him
vigorously-and then again and again,
uaal the bully began to believe he had
commenced operation On the wrong GUS
toner.
" Is my paper hurs?"
"N-n-no!" shrieked the fellow, at
last.
What kind of paper is it?''
81 dun moi"
Yes you do said John, raising his
huge mawler over the others head, in a
threatening manner. and grinning ghast-
ly smile. yes you do
Wall, le' me up" said the victim.
"I'li let you up when you answer me. !"
81 tell you / dun no.'''
81 say you do responded John, and
again he raised that fearful fist and show
ed his glistening teeth.
"Y-ye s." shouted the suf-
ferer.
/" What kind of paper is it then 2 Tell
me or I'll smash every bone in your ugly
skin"
"It's a-a-it's
"Quick.''
"Ifs good-fuss rate one. Now
le' me upr'
.Fot till you spbscribe, old fellow
81 uont!"
"You won't" exclaimed john, looking
daggers at the PROSTATE hero. while he
grated his teeth like mad catamount-
and thrashed him violently upon the floor
once more.
II will"
For year!" asked ihe agent.
mo"
"What tbena"
.Six-six-months-"
..Thai'Il be two dollars said John
. fork over the tin, there's no trust h thi.
trade"
"Le' me up. say"
.'Not till you have paid your subscrip
ton"
"Wal, git off 'er me-
There said John--who was natu
rally very accomraodaiing-and at th'
same moment he turned SO that his s. sub
scriber'' could get his hand into his pocket
i Tie latter actually drew forth his purse
counted GU, two dollars, in silver, and Ia