The Nevada journal., 1857-03-20
NEVADA CALIFORNIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 20, 1857
Capital story of Boswell and johnson.

We have not met with story for
some time as we'll told as one in the new
volume of Angeles "reminiscences OF
Boswell and johnson. Angelo, it seems,
gets it from the landlord of the inn
where the photographer put up.
johnson gets off the pony, and the
poor animal, relieved from the giant,
smelt his way into the stable. Boswell
ushered the Doctor into the house, and
left him to prepare for his delicious treat.
Johnson feeling his coat rather damp
from the mist of the mountains, went
into the kitchen, and threw his upper
garment on chair before the fire. He
sat on hob near little boy who was
very busy attending the meat, and John
son did not like the appearance of his
head; when he shifted the basting ladle
from one hand, the other was not idle,
and, the Doctor thought at that time he
saw something fall on the meat, upon
which he determined to eat no more
mutton on that day.
The dinner was announced. Boswell
exclaimed: Ny dear Doctor, here
comes the mutton-what a picture =
Done to turn, and looks so beautifully
brown 2 The doctor Uttered, and after
short grace Boswell said:
Il suppose | am to carve as usual
what part shall I help you to 2
The Doctor replied: 1 did not tell
you before, but have determined to
Ok fro,,, r,,oo4 ~
'Oh, dear, this is quite disappoint-
ment, said Bozzy
Say no more: l shall make myself
ample amends with the pudding
Boswell commenced the attack, and
made the first cut at the mutton. How
the gravy runs! What fine favored fat
so nice and brown, too Oh, sir, you
would have relished this fine prime piece
of mutton
The meat removed, in came the long
wished for pudding The Doctor looked
joyous, fell eagerly to; few minutes
nearly finished the pudding. The table
was cleared, and Boswell said:
Doctor, while | was eating the NUT
ton you seemed frequently inclined to
laugh; pray, tell me what tickled your
fancy? 2
The Doctor then literally told him all
that had passed at the kitchen fire, about
the boy and the baSting. Boswell turn
ed pale as a parsnip, and sick of himself
and company, darted out of the room.
Somewhat relieved on returning, he in
sisted on seeing the dirty little rascally
boy, whom he severely reprimanded be-
fore johnson. The boy cried; the Doc
tor laughed.
You little, filthy, snivelling hound =
said Boswell, when you basted the meat
why did you not put on the cap that 1
saw you have on this morning?'
4 couldn't sir, said the boy.
No! why couldn't you 2 said Bos-
we'll
Because nanny took it to boil the
pudding IMP
The Doctor, gathering up his hercu-
lean frame, stood erect, touching the
ceiling with his wig; he stared or squint-
ed, indeed looking any but the right
way. At last, with mouth wide open,
(none Of the smallest,) and stomach
heaying, he with some difficulty recov-
cred his breath, and looking at Boswell,
with the lungs Of a stentor, exclaimed:
Mr.. Boswell ! sir. leave off laughing,
and under pain Of my eternal displeas-
ure, never utter a syllable of this abom-
inable adventure to any soul living
while you BREATHE
And SO, SIR said my host, you have
the positive fact from the simple mouth
of your humble servant