Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1857-11-26
A LudicrORs Incident.

many of the inland towns of New England
to celebrate the anniversary Of American
Independence by sham fight intended to
represent some of the Revolutionary bat
ties, and of course---victorics; one portion
of the town people representing the Red
Goats, and another the Federal forces
Below we find in an exchange, one of tie
celebrations. A little town had resolved
to perform the surrender of Corvallis
Deacon Moses Jones proud, wealthy far
mer, was chosen to enact Washington, and
squire Bigler Wood, an aristocratic lawyer
to represent Corvallis; but let the writer
tell his own story.
The two companies were to meet in
front of the tavern on the common, ex-
change shots and skirmish a little in
which Cornwall is was to be essentially
whipped and then most ingloriously sur
render.
At nine O'clock the companies marched
into the village, and arrayed themselves in
fighting positions, reminding the spectator
of the time when
Brave Wolf drew up his men
In a style most pretty,
On the plains of Abraham,
Before the city:
The two commanders were greatly ex-
cited, and Washington, l regret to say was
in anything but fit condition to act out
the part he was to perform.
He had been drinking freely all the
morning, and now, when the interesting
ceremonies were about TO commence, he
was so tight or rather loose, that it was
with great difficulty that he could sit on
his saddle; he, however did not know but
what he was all right, nor did his men.
CORVALLIS was not intoxicated, but was
little agitated, or rather elated.
Everything being ready, the companies
exchanged shots. Bang! whangl bang!
went the guns two companies yelled like
stuck pigs
That it; (hic) my brave boys: give it
to them owdacious Red Coats! beloved
Washington.
'On Romansl' yelled the excited Corn
wallis, who had seen theatrical exhibi-
ton once, and remembered the heroic ap-
peals of the Thespian warriors-'breathes
there man so dead, that wont fight like
thunder!
go it continentals! down with taxation
on teal beloved WashinSton in very pat
riotic voice, and narrowly escaped cutting
his horses ear of with the fouish of his
sword.
The fighting now ceased. the companies
were drawn up in straight hne, and Corn.
wallis dismounted and presented his sword
to Washington.
We'll old boy!' said the immortal, as he
cuffed his horses ears with kis cooked hat,
what in thunder do you want of me?'
General Washington. said CORVALLIS,
4 surrender to you. myself, sword and
men,
You do, do your sneeringly replied
the General.
Yes General, the British Lion prostrates
himself at the foot of the American Ea-
gle.'
'Eaglel Eagle' yelled the General roll
ing off his horse, ard hitting the Briton
blow on the head with the flat
Of his word; do you call me an eagle. you
cuss?'
CORVALLIS was down only for moment,
for he jumped up and shook himself with
IN entirely unlocked for recuperation, on
the part of the fallen, and in direct def
ance of historical truth. pitched into Wash
ington like a thousand of brick, and in
spite of the men of both nations, succeeded
in giving the immortal tremendous lick
ing. So the day that commenced SO glo-
rious ended in-glorious.
For many years after the surrender.
there was coldness between the Deacon
and the Squire, but as time rolled on, and
their locks became frosted over with white,
they learned to call it joke.
Both are now living, and whenever they
meet they smoke and talk about that ar
ike couple of good jolly old men, as
they are.
A QUAKER lately popped the question