Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-11-20
From Porter's Spirit of the Times.
SUIT LovENGooD's DREAM.

From Porter's Spirit of the Times.
go SUIT LovENGooD's DREAM.
90" BY 81, OF TENNESSEE.
well, Sut, what was your dream? Tel
us; if ever you dreamed anything smart
your friends ought to know it for the benefit
of your car-ac-ter, for cuss me if you ever
thought anything smart awake"
Thus bantered, Sut leaned against the
rough board counter of the doggery, with q
tumbler of whiskey in one hand, while the
other sounded for the bottom of hole in
his breeches, by courtesy called a pocket
took small sip, and began to tell his dream.
Hear him, reader, speak for himself:
Gentlemen! l dreampt an unpossibility
last mite. I wur in Washington City, an
know never will be thar unless they take
me thar tu hang ur cruelty me fur drinkin
more nor my sheer ov 'thc peoples drink,
old rot gut. But in my dream [ was thar,
and no mistake-sartin- -sure-at a thunderin
big tavern. whar they rung little bells tn
keep frum hollcrin arter the niggers an ma
kin noise; and whar they called yu to yur
mush by ratlin on a big still bottom just fur
the sake ov the noise ; and whar they took
thirty dimes day fur doin nuthin fur yu ;
and whar they gin you sass enuf tu make
you fte Cat home) fur nuthin at all. Darn
the seat ov government Darn the legs an
body ov government AN darn every body,
I say
Tell your dream before you get drunk,
you long-legged cuss you, or let somebody
tell it for you
Thus reproved, Sut sheercd into the chan
mel again:
We'll, arter supper awhile nosed around
ontil got inter room whar seed q lite,
and thar set three fellers playing oy old
sledge'
s0ldW p
sSevcn-up, you drotted weazel-skinned,
frog-legged son ola kangaroo
This was addressed to young specimen
of the order intensus Americanicus, anti
PopeatiJus mu0lcustmns, who shone resplen-
dent from--in tights, small cane and
watch-ribbon, and had laudable desire to
learn something of the hidden mysteries of
sold sledge.' He played only on an asth-
matte trombone and 'schoss' when in the
sscity.'
They wur playin seven up with bran
new kerds, spank span new, an no marks,
every feller fur his self seemingly. Now,
gentlemen, believe I kin smell kerds, eff
they ar in motion, as fur as frum here tn the
spring, ur how the devil did I happen tu hit
onto that room whar gambolling wura gwine
on? But thar | did 60 by in-stink, reckin,
and the three felers wur nobody on yearth
but Buch-cannou, Fillmore, and Fremount,
an thay wur playin single game ov seven
up for the Presidents cheer ov these free and
awful United Z Pluribus States, thirty-onc
in-number, an kiverin the whole yearth-
Thar wur another chap inter that room, with
one hand under his coattail an tother stro-
kin ov of his chin, walkin about sorter
careless like, but fust lookn into Fillmore s
hand an then inter Fremounts, an then a
winkin and a frownin, fust at one ov them
an then tother. Then he'd tiptoe an try to
peep into Bucks hand. But the old Teller
hilt it under the shadder ov the table, and
sorter looked at it sideways his self, an was
a watchin the peepin feilcr, too: all the while
rite clost. His name was Sea-ward or He'll
IL e,,p,Eb,p tbo{
which. Now, gentlemen, I kin play old
sledge myself rite peart, and when l seed
that it wur game ov two pluck one, and
that Buck-cannon was bound to be skinned
eff his hide didn't grow fast onto his bones,
l got as mad as bee in swarmin time, an
list thought (mind sed nuthin) that I'd
like tu mock enuf off ov that chaps skull tu
make built ladel, eff dared tu lie is a
darn'd snake in the grass, sure.
We'll, artcr they had played out thar hands
Mister Buck sez, a bowin nifty pur-
lite, Il believe, gentle-mcn, made high,
jack, an that has sot me six, cf amt mis-
taken Then both on EN-, Fillmore and
Freemount, spread all O Bucks tricks out
onter the table till they saw hisace ov trunps
and the jack of trumps which he had cotch
from Fillmore with the king, and then they
agreed that he was six. Sea-ward sed, Yes,
he reconed that was the state of the game
Fillmore then, as modest as fifteen year old
gal, sed, i made low; you kotch my juice
with yer old ace, Mister Buck-cannon and
that sets me three All agreed on that
count, an Fremount leaning his cheer back
whispured behind his hand tu me, 'an ID
low it was too, don't yu think SOP an his
black musttuch-us twisted up like onto two
corck-screws; but all agreed that Fillmore
was three, an no mistake. Fremount then
sed, Il made game, an that sot me six with
you, Mr.. Buck k-cannon.' Buck bowed a
gain tu that, but Fillmore said, 'Si-r-r, I'll
count game with you; this is not adzactly
accordin to our undcrstandin, SIR; an fur
the fust time he looked like he mought be
made to fte Sea-ward frowned, shook his
head, winked, and sweated mighty. Ere
mount did so too, an all at old Fillmore, but
it warn't no use, count game he would and
Fremount beat him one. So that sot the
oame-Buck six, Fremount six, and Fill