The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1857-1858, 1857-09-16

4 ~ about eighteen yeafs d -, when
loF he first time took Il into ~ head "a
81 sparking. One Of ny nsiehbosa ayfeH
miles %. had large pretty dan4ktes dat
thought would just suit me Il was late in
the fall, and the weather pretty cold still il
was too early to put ON shoes The Sunday
evening had come; dressfd IN my hest but
ternut colored suit made some six months
before, but soon found that the pantaloons
reached only l,slow ny knees, and my coat
stretched over me - eighties dried eel-skin
on . hoop pole 1 started barefoot, wading
the creeks and muddy bottoms till reached
the house. They we're about sitting dnqe:i
% supper, and invited me Sally cat by my
side. We had mush and milk, and plenty Of
it. The old lady handed me large BOWL
! thought politeness required me to meet
her at least half way, and stretched ont my
hand to take it; bu. l had made no calcula-
ton Of the size of the table, the space be-
tween the miik-pitcher and the bowl, nor the
width Of my hand. | struck the big milk
pitcher % one eide, and out went the milk
al over the table. sally jumped up, and
went, roaring with laughter into another
room. The old lady remarked, it will all
rub off when it gets dry; and the old gen.
tleman said, there had greater accidents
happened at sen. but il was ell oyer with
ME. saw that 81 was loss Not asword
more was spoken saw nothing more al
Sally. The clock struck ten. Mr.. Boone,
wont yoa wash your feet, and 60 to bed 7
said the old lady. Yes maam. Here i
An iron pot--all have suitable 1 took ~
pot, and found it so small that could only
get my feet into it BY sliding them in side.
ways; but got them in, and soon found
them swelling tighter and tighter, until the
pain was so great that the sweat rolled OF
my chin. The clock struck eleven Mr..
Boone, are you not done washing your feets
what did this pot cost? Unjust break the
internal thing "A dollar Bring me an
AZ Here it is took the az, broke the
pot into pieces, handed the old lady the dol
lar, opened the door, and never saw her af
forwards. met Sally nj husking several
years afterw ards, and as we met she roared
out laughing"
FIGHT IN TaE SENATE.
But the end of George was notyet He
grew up to be a man and colonel; and like
Saul Of old was chosen to lead the people
He became State Senator, and an able de
batter His figure was SO tall and command
ing, his voice SO strong loud and clear, his
manner SO plain and unassuming, his cool
ness and known courage such, that he was
both respected and dreaded as an opponent.
While he was in the Senate, q warmly con-
tested question came up for debate. Rat
cliife Boone, Lieut. Gov, in he char. The
Colonel was the leader oil. one side of the
question, and Senator, about four feet ten,
TN, ba -, rro,,orf;on With .ho vnico IF sK a.
ty-did, led he other side. The chamber was
crowded The Col rose with his eye upon
the chair, and was speaking at the top Of his
voice. That's lie, squea ed out the little
opposition Senator. AS was saying, Mr..
President That's lie As was say
ing That's lie,' in the same squeaking
voice. AS was saying The little SEN
ator could stand it NO longer; he sprang over
the railing, ran round to where the Colonel
was standing, and struck him with all his
might on the back AS was saying, Mr..
President the blows repeated several times
while the Colonel, without taking the least
notice of ituntil he had closed his speech,
continued to address the Senate, then turn
ing his eye upon his opponent, What are
YOU doingg sWh am doing; I'm fight
ing Who are you fighting I'm fighting
you.' Ne ! had no knowledge of it what
ever The Sergeant-at-hrms stepped up
and carried the little Senator away ia state
Of exhaustion. A glass Of wine and the
friendly hand Of the Col soon put oil things
to rights, and the debate proceeded