Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1857-09-04
From the Indiana State Jaurnal.
Indiana Trials and Sketches.

"REMINISCENCES BY HON. o. II. SMITH.-A TIGHT FIT.
In early times there lived in Indiana man by the
name OF George Boone descendant of the celebrated
Daniel Boone who should not be overlooked in these
sketches although have not space to pay the same re-
spect to many others whom would be pleased to notice
George Boone would have stood well in those davs when
there were giants in the land He was near seven feet
high, with large bones and muscles his hands were large
but his feet were beyond anything of the kind have ev-
er seen in length, breadth and depth l can best give
idea of them by relating incident that George
used to relate with gusto after he became one of our
State Senators. --..-
Il about eighteen years of age when for the first
time took it into my head to go sparkling. One Of
my neghborS few miles off, had large, pretty daugh
ter, that thought would just suit 1t late in
the fall and the weather pretty cold; STILL it was too
early to put on shoes The Sunday evening had come;
dressed in my best buternut colored suit made some
six months before but found that the pantaloons
reached only just below My knees and my coat stretched
over as tight as dried eel skin on hoop pole.
started barefooed wadng the creeks and muddy bot
toms till reached the house. They were about sitting
down to supper, and invited me- Sally sat by my side.
We had mush and milk, and plenty of it. The old lady
handed me large bowl thought poEteness required
me to meet her at least half way and stretched out my
hand to take it but had made calculation of the
size OF the table, the space between the pitcher and
the bowl nor of the width Of my hand struck the big
milk pitcher on one sde and out went the milk over the
table. Sally jumped up and went roaring with laughter
into the other room The old lady merely remarked 1t
will rub off when it gets dry, and the old gentleman said
there had greater accidents happened at sea- But it
was all over with me- l saw that all lost. Not
word more was spoken. L saw nothing more of Sally.
The clock struck ten. Mr.. Boon won't you wash your
feet and 60 to bed? said the old lady. Yes ma am'-
Here is an iron potall have suitable l took the
pot and found it SO small that could only get my feet
into it by sliding them in sideways; but got them in
and found them swelling tighter and tighter until
the pain so great that the sweat rolled off my chin
The clock struck eleven. Mr. Boone you not done
washing your fee? ? What did this pot cost? L must
break the internal thing. "A dollar Bring me the
axe Here it is | took the axe broke the pot to
pieces handed the old lady the dollar opened the door,
and never saw her afterwards met Sally at husking
several years afterwards and met she roared out
laughing"
L THE SENATE
But the end of George was not vet He grew up to
be and a colonel, and like Saul of DID, was chosen
to lead the people He became State Senator and an
able debatOr His figure was so tall and commanding
his voice so strong, loud and clear his so plain
and unassuming his GOODNESS and known courage SUCH
that he both respected and dreaded opponent
While he in the Senate, warmly contested question
up for debate Ratcif Boone LietenantG Governor
in the chair The colonel was the leader of one side of
the question: and SENATOR about four feet ten limbs in
proportion with voice like katydid' led the other
side. The chamber crowded. The colonel rose,
with his eye upon the chair, and speaking at the
top of his voice. That's J" squealed out the little
opposition senator :" AS [ was saying Mr.. President
=" That's le3' in the same squeakng voice. "As I
saying - The little senator could stand it no lon
ger. He sprang the railing, round to where
the colonel standing, and struck him with all his
might on the back. Gas was saying Mr. President
the blows repeated several times, while the colonel
without taking the least notice of it. continued to ad-
dress the Senate until he closed his Speech then turning
his eye upon his opponent" What are you doing ?'U
1" What am ] doing? I'm fighting" "Who are you
fghting?" I'm fighting your' "Me 1 had no
knowledge of it whatever" The sergeantatarms step
ped up and carried the little senator away in state of
exhaustion, glassof wine and the friendly hand of
the colonel soon put all things to rights and the debate
proceeded