Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1857-09-09

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INDIANA TRIALS AND SKETCHES.
BY Hon O. II. SMITH A TIGHr ElE-1n eaElf times
there lived in Indiana . man by the name fGeorge
Boone, descendant of the celebrated Daniel Boone,
who should not be overlooked in these sketches al
though have not space to pay the same respect to
many others whom would be pleased to notice
George Boone would have stood well in those days
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 seen in length, breadth and
depth can best give some idea of them BY rela.
ting incident that George used to relate with gus
to, after he became of our State Senator'S.
81 was about eighteen years Of age when tor the
first time took it into my head to 60 sparkling.
One of my neighbors, few miles off. had large,
pretty daughter, that thought would just suit me-
1t late in the fall and the weather pretty cold;
still, it was early to put shoes. The Sunday
evening had come | dressed in my best outterhue
colored suit, made some six months before, out soon
found that the pantaloons reached only just oe'o~
nv KEGS, and my coat stretched over as tight as
dried eel skin on a hoop pole Istarted barefooted,
wading the creeks and muddy bottoms till reached
the house. They were about sitting down to sup
per, and invited me. Sally sat by my side. We
had mush and milk and plenty of it. The old LADY
handed me large bowl. l thought politeness re-
quired me to meet her at least half way, and
stretched out my hand to take it; but had MADE
no calculation of the size of the table, the space be-
| tween the milk pitcher and the bowl nor OF the
width of my hand ! struck the big milk pltcher
side, and out went the milk over the table
Sally jumped up and went roaring with laughter IN
to the other room. The old lady merely remarked,
ut will rub off when gets dry" and the old gen.
tleman said there had greater accidents happened
at sea-" But it was all over with me. l saw that
all was lost Not word more was spoken. saw
nothing more of Sally. The clock struck ten. =" Mr.:
Boone, won't you wash your feet and 60 to bed?'
said the old lady. "Yes ma'am." Here is an
iron pot-all l have suitable" ! took the pot, and
found it small that I could OILY get my feet into
it by sliding them Sideways but got them in, and
soon found them swelling tighter and tighter. until
the PAIN was so great that the sweat rolled off my
chin. The clock struck eleven. " MI: Boone, are
yon not done washing your feet?" "What did this
pot cost? | must break the internal thing" A
dollar" Bring the axe" Here it is"
took the axe broke the pot to pieces, handed the
her afterwards. 1 met Sally at a husking several
years afterwards and We met she roared out
laughing"
A FIGHT IN THE SENATE.
But the end of George was not yet. He grew up
to be and colonel and, like Saul of old, was
chosen to lead the people. He became State Sen
ator and an able DICTATOR. His figure was so tall
and commanding. his voice strong loud and clear,
his manner so plain and unassumng. his GOODNESS
and known courage such, that he was both respect.
ed and dreaded as an opponent While he was in
the Senate, warmly contested question came up
for debate, Racilit Boone, Lieutenant Governor, IN
the chair. The colonel the leader OF side OF
the question. and senator, about four feet ten.
limbs in proportion with a voice like a "katydd,
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 a
lie!" squeaed out the little opposition senator
As was saying Mr.. President y" That's liei'
in the same squeaking voice AS | was saying y
| The little senator could stand it no longer He
sprang the railing, round to where the col
onel was standing, and struck him with all his
might on the back. AS saying, Mr.. Presi-
dent the blows repeated several times while the
colonel without taking the least notice Of it. con-
tinued to address the Senate until he closed his
speech, then turning his eye upon his opponent
hat are you doing?' "What am doing? I'm
! fighting" "Who You fghting?" I'm fight
ing you!" "Me! had no knowledge of it what
ever" The sergeant alarms stepped up ard car
red the little senator away in state of exhaustion
A glass of wine and the friendly hand of the coone
soon put all things to rights: and the debate pro
ceeded.