Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1856-03-22
NO. Is.
From ,is Er;rHan! True IUginiun'

Mr.. Drinkard.- The weather sui! con-
.unu.s cold. The thermometer on Mon
dav night was two Ilet below zero ; ana
.of course that vas the coolest night ol The
season. Spring, | presume VIII be mere
soon, and then summer, ana so on. ne
animals have been tolersJly quiet tins
week. We had, however, foot race IN
town. and very remarkable race 1t was
You and have seen lew quarter races
IN our time but this ,ace, il not so swift,
was decidedly more comic. Here goes to
describe II:
Somewhere between ten ana eleven O.
clock on Monday while our worthy Jlller'
Mr.. Michael Deck who Is a round iSi'
oilv man, was replenishrg the coal box
in the cell in which J. ). Simpson, tho
celebrated hog specuaIor, is lncarceEaied'
the prisoner eluded the vigilance of tho
officer, and, rushing out Of his cell, eros,
sed the porch, ran across the yard, anu
clearing The fence Of A. G. kldwell al
bound, pursued his course down MAN
stree, through The snow with imPetuous
speed TIL he reached Monroe, up which
he bent his steps, and finally ensconsed
himsel in building near Mr.. Sommer-
vI,c's couage. Deck, astounded at the
audaciiy of the act and the ingrautude o!
simpson. was for a moment (5ul only Tor
n,omenl) bewIdercd--his eyes flashed
ire-his hair stood on end-a and, gather
lug himself up, of he dashed IN gallant
slyle after The fugitive, through the court
house yard, oul OF the gate, down The
street, shouting at the top Of his voice,
I"Ca,ch him catch him the darn'd hog
thier, in the name Of the Commonwealth,
catch him - Unfortunately, such was
/ the impcmosity Of his speed that IN roun-
ding Monroe street he switched of and
lumblcd in the snow. rolling over and over
for several yards. He soon, however, re-
gained his feet and on he went, follow
ed by two or three alarmed bulldogs.
who, joining in chorus with the cries OF
Deck and the shouts of boys, rendered
the scene at lhis time irresistbly comic.
In short Deck unearhed the fox he cap
lurcd him in his place of refuge and,
with wild and Joyous excitement, led him
back in triumph TO The Jail, crowds fol-
lowed in | is train, cheering hun for his
Deck-sterily and congratulaling him on
his good fortune.
Soon as the prisoner was safe, our
friend, from over-eXciIement, nearly col
Iapsed but drink Of cold water imme-
didlcly revived him. lie then admins
tered severe rebuke 10 the delinquent
prisoner, pointed out to him :hc error of
| his ways, and threatened 10 shorten his
allowance and stop his groe. The vehe-
mence Of tie jalIer brought tears into the
eyes Of the poor fellow, and he wept Bit
ierIy, protesting all the while that he did
not intend to run off, but merely intended
( to run about and stretch his legs.
After the prisoner was secured, the
crowd left and Deck, elevated by his
supcrhuman race. offered to bet fifty dol
lars that he would run fifty yards on the
street with any man in FalrmOnt. No
one, however, Iook him up, and lie was
ieii alone in his glory.
In the course Of tie evening ] met my
worthy friend at the tavern, when he re-
counted to me in private lis exploit, aud
told me that when he first saw Simpson
start to run his feelings rescmblcd to some
exten, those of Byron's Corsair, and i'm
mediately he broke forth in this manner:
" 'Tworc vain to speak to what his feelings
grew,
i even were doubtful if the jailcr knew.
There is a war, q char, oi the mind,
" hen all IL, elements cJu'uI,od, combined,
Lie dark and JIrriDs s. 49, per,urDcd force"
"Surh and 50 rerIurbed," said he,
"were NY feelings when | saw the un-
grateful dog take to his heels and rush
abroad in the cold among cruel and vindic-
tive people But I'll stop his grog-yes,
sir, Ill stop his grog -
SCUNAPPS.
Formerly Of ShcPherdsiown.
Why are klad mothers like novel wr-