Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-10-28
EVENING STAR.
PLAYING OLD sLEDGR FOR THE PRES
IDEECY
Dream Of Sut Luyeussod,.
BY 81, or TENNKssKK

wen, Sut, what was your dream Tell
US II you ever dreamed any thing smart your
friends ought to knowit for the benefit of your
car-ac-ter, fer cuss mo if you ever thoHght
| anything smart awake ....
Thus bantered, Sut leaned against tho
rough board counter Of the doggery, with a
tumbler of whisky in one hand, while the
other souDded for the bottom Of hole in his
breeches, by courtesy called pocket-took o
small sip, and began to tell his dream Hear
him. reader, speak for himself:
Gentlemen. 1 dreampt an unpossibility
last mite. wur in Washing gton City, an I
know never will be thar onless they take me
thar tn hang ur cruelty me fur drinkin more
nur my sheer ov "the peoples drink :" Old
Rot Gut But in my dream was thar, an
no mistake-sartin, sure-at a thunderin big
tavern, whar they rung lettle bells tn keep
from hollerin arter the niggers and maxim a
noise; and whar they called w to your mush
my rafting 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 tn make you q te
| lat home) fur nuthin at all. Darn the seat oy
govurment. Darn tho legs an body ov gov
ernment an darn every body, 1 say
Tell your dream before you get drunk,
it for you -
Thus reproved, Sut sheered into the channel
again: -. - = - : ''
"Well, arter supper awhile nosed round
ontil l goot inter room whar seed q lite,
and thar set three fellers a playin ov old
| slcdge'"
"Old what?p
"SeUtn-np, you dretted weazel skinned
| frog legged son ov kangaroo
This was addressed to young specimen of
| the order tnteRsina7ts Amertcanus, anti Pope-
attbHS mudlenStn1us, who shone resplendent
| from K, in tights, small cane and watch
| ribbon, and had Iaudable desire to learn
something of the hidden mysteries of cold
sledge" He played only on an astbmetic
| trombone and "schess" when in the ''scity T"
They wur a plsyin seven up with bran
new kerds, spank span new, and no marks,
every feller fur his self seemingly Now,
| gentlemen, believe L kin smell kerds, eff
| they ar in motion, as fur as frum here tn the
| spring, ur how the devil did L happen tn hit
| onto that room whar gambolling wur a gwine
on? But thar did go by instink, L reckin,
| an the three fellers wur nobody on yearth but
| Buck cannon, Fillmore, and Fremount, an
| thay wur playin single game ov seven up
| for the Presidents cheer ov these free an aw-
full United E Pluribus States. thirty-one in
number, an kiverin the whole yearth. Thar
war another chap inter that room, with one
hand under his coatail, an tother a strokin ov
his chin, walkin about sorter keerless like.
but fust lOokin inter Fillmore's hand an
then inter Fremount's, and then q winkin and
n frownin. fust at one ov them and then tother.
Then he d uptoe an try to peep inter Buck
hand. But the old feller hilt il under the
shadder ov the table, and sorter looked at it
sideways his self, an was watchin the peep
| in feller, too, all the while rite clost His
name was Sea ward, or He'll ward, or sumthin
Ov that sort, no matter which Now, gentle
men, kin play old sledge myself rite peart,
| an when | seed that it wur q game ov two
pluck one, and that Buck-cannon was bound
| tn be skinned eff his hide didn't grow fast onto
his bones, got mad as a bee in swarmin
time, an jist thought (mind L sed nuthin)
that I'd like tn neck enuf of ov that chaps
skull tn make a built ladIe, eff L dard tu
He is darn'd snake in the grass sure
Well, arter they had played out their hands,
Mister Buck cannon SEE, bowin nifty purlite,
Il believe, gentle men, had high, jack, an
that has sot me six, eff L amt mistaken
Then both on 'em, Fillmore and Freenount,
| spread all o Bucks tricks out onter the table
till they saw htS ace ov trumps an the jack ov
| trumps which he had cotch from Fillmore with
| the king, and then they agreed that he aras
six. eaward sed, Yes, he reconed that
was the state of the game" Fillmore then,
as modest as fifteen year old gal, sed, {" L
made low; you kotch my juice with your old
ace, Mister Buck cannon and that sits me
three" All agreed on that count, and Fre-
| mount leaning his cheer back whispered be-
hind his hand tn me, G.. and d-d low il was
tro, don't yu think so?" an his black must
| tuch-us twisted up like into two corkserews
but all agreed that Fillmore was three, an no
mistake. Fremont then sed, /" made ganse,
an that sot me six with you, Mister Buck can
nOn." Buck bowed again tu that, but Fill
more said, Si-r-r, Ii count game with you;
this is not adIactly accordin to our under
| standin, Sirr;" and for the fust time be
| looked like he mOut be made to fite. Sea-ward
| frowned, shock bis head, winked, and sweated
| nightly. Fremount did So, too, an all al old
Fillmore, but il warn't no use, count game he
| would and FREMONT beat him one. So that
| sOt the game-Buck six, Fremount elk, an
Fillmore three-an Buck sdeal, an Fremount's 9
beg or stand.
Buck licked his thumb an delt EN- nifty
| slow an keerful looked at Fillmore's kerds
as he got EN- from the deal, an it liked tn
| knoked me down. Thar was tie ace, the king,
| the queen, the jack, tho ten an the JUice ov
trumps! Thinks |, U, LOrdy! an then
| looked ut him, an thar the old feller sOt, his
| belly kiverin the cheer all over, an nearly cut
| tn his knees, as solemn, as big, an about al
wise an ole Dutch squire tryin Ov a bas-
tsrdy case with good proof agin the daddy.
| l tell We, boys, he looked Just like he had his
fust big horn ov whisky fur the mite, an felt
it in his boots. Itho't, o, Lordy! sgin.
| Buck never turned up his hand, but sxed
| Fremount what he ment tn do. He looked at
/
then up at the lamp, then at Buck, scratched
his year, shot up his eyes, an very slowly
sed-I-b-e &. By the jumpin JehOsephat! !
Buck run EN- quick, an l thOt il no harm tu
| take another look at old Fill. He fotch low
cOllicky sort ov grunt, and then be blowed.
/ swar, the wind come outen his nose, mouth,
eyes, an years, an like tn put the lamp out
| I dodged an tux peep inter FremOunts s
hand, and L now swar, that when q mans six
| on big game ov seven up, L never seed jist
sich kerds lie hilt tother three aces, bound
to be high let what would cum-an out-an-Out
President at that Thinks L, y Lordy, Buck !!
o Lordy, Fillmore! an watched to see what
suit was to make the President outen that
darnd mule eatin Fremount-when thars nara
no nothin in hell eff he didn't turn jack jst as
| easy as eff thar'd been fifty two of EN- in the
deck, and then only leaned back and smiled
loud fur a PreStdent Fillmore rared back
ards outen his cheer an tainted as comfortable
on the floor as an old maid at a quiltin when
the kissin begins. Fremounts eyes turned
green-the har on the back Ov his he'd ris UP
like the teeth Of comb, his must-touch-ui
1 II hal ral