The Nevada journal., 1857-02-13
PLAYING SEVEN UP for the Presidency
An Old Sledge Players Dream.

PLAYlNG SEW LIN VI tcr the Presidency.
An Old Sledge Players Dream.
The N. Y. Sunday Dispatch publishes
an old sledge players dream in which
he witnessed game of seven up for the
presidency, between Buchanan, Ere
mont, and Fillmore. The following is
an extract:
But thar did go, by instink, reekin,
an the three fellers wus nobody on
vearth but Buck cannon, Fillmore, and
Fremont, an they wur playin' sin
gle game ov seven up for the presidents
cheer ov these free and awful United +
Pluribus States, thirty-one in number,
al kiverin the whole yearth. Thar
wur another chap inter room with one
hand under bis coat tail, an tother a
stoken ov his chin a walking about sort
er keerless like, but fust lookin' in to
Fillmore's hand an then in Fremont's
an then winkin' an frownin' fust at
one an then at tother. Then he'd tip
toe an try to peep into Bucks hand
But the old feller hilt it under the shad-
ow ov the table an sorter looked at it
sideways hisself, an was watchin the
peepin feller too, all the while right
clost His name was Sea ward. Now,
gentlemen, can play old sledge myself
right pert, an when | seed that it were
game ov two pluck one, an that Buck
cannon was Bound to be skinned, if his
hide didn't grow fast into his bones,
got mad as a bee in swarming time, an
l jest thought, (mind | said nothing,)
that I'd like to knock enuff ov that
chaps skull to make bullitt ladle, eff
| dared to.
He is darned snake in the grass,
shure. Well, arter they played out
their hands, Mister Buck cannon sez,
bowin' nifty perlite, Il believe, gentle
men, | had high, jack, and that has sot
me six eff | amt mistaken. Then both
on EN-, Fillmore an Fremont, spread all
ov Bucks tricks out onter the table, til
they saw his ace ov trumps on the jack
ov trumps which he had cotched from
Fillmore with Il king, and then they d
greed that lie was six. Sea ward said,
yes, he reckoned that was the state oy
the game Fillmore then as modest as
a fifteen year old gal, sed, Il made low
you cotch my JUICE with your old ace,
Mr.. Buck; an that sets me three All
agreed on that count.
Fremont then sed, made game. an
that got me six with you, Mr. Buck can
non. Buck bowed again to that; this
is not adzactly cordin to your understan-
din, SIR an for the fust he looked like
he mout be made to fite. Sea-ward
frowned, shook his head, winked and
sweated nightly. Fremont did so too.
and all at old Fillmore, but it warnt
use, count game he would, and FremontV
he beat him one. SO that sot the game
Buck six, Fremont six, an Fillmore
three-an Bucks deal an Frcmont's
beg or stand Buck licked his thum,
an dealt 'em nifty slow an keerful. | !
looked at Fillmores keerds as he got
'em from the deal, and it like to knock
me down.
There was the ace, the king, the
queen, the jack, the ten, an the juice of
trumps Thinks l. oh, Lordy and
then | looked at biIa, an there the old
feller sot his belly kiverin' the cheer all
over, an nearly out to his knees, as sol
emn, as big as a Dutch Squire a tryin
bastardy case, with good proof agin the
daddy. | tell ye, boys, he looked just
like he had his fust big horn of whiskey
for the mite, an felt it in his boots /
tho't, oh Lordy agin, Buck never turn
ed up his hand, but axed Fremont what
he meant to do. He looked at his kerds,
sorted 'em, then locked at 'em agin, then
at Buck, then at the clamp, scratched his
ear, shot up his eyes, and very slowly
sed-I beg.
By the jumpin Jehesophat Buck
run 'em quick, an thought it no harm
to take another look at old Fill. He
fotched a low collycky sort of grunt, an
then he blowed The wind come outen
his nose, mouth, years, an like to put
thelamp out. lodged and TUX peep
into Fremont's hand, and that when a
mans six on big game of sevcn-up,
never seed just such keerds. He hilt
tother three aces, bound to be high let
what would cum-an' out an out Presi-
dent at that Thinks l, 0 Lordy, Buck
O Lordy, Fillmore, and watched to see
what suit was to make the President
outen that mule eatin' Fremont When
as sure as there's marry No Nothing in
Maryland eff he didn't turn up Jack just
as easy as if ther'd been fifty two of EN-
in the pack, and then only leaned back
smiled loud for President.
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