Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-07-23
GFor the Chronicle !

Who says the Giants out agin knocking
the bark off of dead stumps! As sure as
my name is Hezekiah Puffemberger I'll go
to Jabe Saunders and learn the truth of the
prognssticalion, that's all. / say, Jabe, I've
bin on the rounds these two weeks or more,
fishing out the sguabbles that are bound to
gin US hard rakin' this fall. AFTER I'd
bin the whole distance, and lacked only one
jump to the cen, the tender rammed down
the breaker, blowed off steam, and course
Hezehiah held up. "What's the matter!''
says |. ga man over5oart," cried tender.
"What's his namet'' 'sGiant. Pick him
up and drive along" SO Faint off the cars
yelled the tenGer. "but the Cincinnati plat
form. Here's the proof on it," handing
over newspaper that he'd bin fumblcating.
So here's the document. Giants speech,
by thunder I've a notion to riddle it, But
if you can ;splain it away, here's my puss.
Ja5e-Zounds and billiards.! what shall
do! Another campaign on the track, and
every hoss broke down. Ben Wade, Nick
Giant put him on the turf at Springfield,
run away. broke down the Judges stand
and killed an 1rishman. that Hibbard was
down right on. If this amt enough to mock
into cooked hat all the fun of sportsman
then I'll give what Heaton got off the
county to buy the snacks.
But here. oiG Jabe; and now for "aid. -
Gin US over that paper, and put your finger
! on the place where the serpent bit YOU
y! you old cuss. there's nothen in that
By thunder, hold on! where's my specs!
say, wife, put those young ones to bed
Stop! hold the light-a little lower. Blast
that candle fly! OFF to bed! wife, that bat
is enough to Sc: one crazy. Where's my
uniform! Utah's crossing the gulf. Turn
round that Jack-let him give Giant one
everlasting bray! Bring up them elephants
and barricade the gangway! Let us see
agIn what it says. Springfield, Ills, June
ls, lS--take away your finger, Jabe,
clear away them cats, and bring me horn.
Now for it. "BY REPEATING THEIR
TERRITORIAL ORGANIZATION,-
WHICH POWER" (bring the camphor
jug! crack the big toe, and fan like thun-
der! How 90 look now, Jabe! Tarnal
cite better nor while ago. In to it agin.-
Bob, straiten that leg and all's right;) is
RESERVED TO CONGRESS. Blast
my each and all the bed bugs the old wo-
man scalded Yesterday, if that aint lie!-
"The way Of these here transgressors is
hard" wish I'd a never larned politics
Whose that knocking! "Collins." What's
he want! "Post Office!" What's that for :.
"Darrah's an lrishman, and Cliff cart stand
it," We'll, if this amt enough to set fel-
low to tearing rags! Whose your ancestors!
"None Of your business! Wise men don't
know their ancestors, but fools do!' That's
the talk for me. How much in your wallet!
"Any amount" That's good fellow. I'll
see Heaton.
Here, John, put your name 10 this
Brosy wants the Post Office, and I'm just
written OF for the toOlsI "Can't jne you,
Hez! Sorry for it," Thunder and Mars!
amt you the ring master! Can't you write
more editorials, and at the end of all put
Plain Dealer or Charleston Mercury. than
any fellow living! And amt you the very
stuff that said 'slavery could save more souls
than all the missionaries!" Yes, and saw
the ga! jump off the bridge-held Lawrence
by the coat tail to keep 'em in the Barnes
vile Convention-and- it down.
Hez, and keep it low" Good fellow! I'm
from the South! "Dab it down, | say, and
keep shady" "Here, ID, take the proof,
and lam out doors that dough- By the hoe
cake, sha'nt do that Euther, if | am your
devil. It's to make pie out of the militia
article. Do it, you scamp, or I'll bust your
gourd with cabbage. That's for the
Friends to readl
Stop! stop! hoss fat and lngins, old Hez
won't look. Clear away the wharf rats,
here comes Cliff. Say fuze to him and he's
one Of US! Here, Cliff. here's the cane Jim
Clay gin me the time he cum up to North
Be I'd TO tell General Cass that "most une-
quivocally his voice was ever against the
repeal OF the Zury Compromise" Hand
over the cane, and taunI me with fuze, and
I'm in with you. More anon.
VIGORBUs.
MOUNT AIRY.