Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-08-22
From tho Indiana State Journal.
Indiana Trials and Sketches.
A TIGHT FIT.

In early times there lived in Indiana
man by the name of George Boone, de-
sccndant of the celebrated Daniel Boone,
who should not be overlooked in these
sketches, although 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
ever seen in length, breadth, and depth,
Lean best give some idea of them by rcla-
ting an incident that George used to relate
with n gusto, after he became one of our
State Senators. "I was about eighteen
years of age, when for the first time took
it into my head to go sparkling. One of
my neighbors, q few miles off had large,
pretty daughter that / thought would just
suit me. 1t was late in the fall, and the
weather pretty cold still it was too carly
to puton shoes. The Sunday evening had
come; dressed in my best butternut col
| orcd suit, made some six months before,
but soon found that the pantaloons reached
only Just below my knees, and my coat
stretched over me as tight rs u dried eel
| skin on a hoop pole. | started barefoot,
wading the creeks and muddy bottoms till
reached the house.
They were about sitting down to supper,
and invited me. Sally sat bymy side. We
| had mush and milk, and plenty of it. The
old lady handed me a large bowl. Thought
politeness required 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 between the
milk pitcher and the bowl norof the width
of my hand. | struck the big milk pitch
er on one side, and out went the milk over
the table. Sally jumped up and went roar
ing with laughter into the other room The
old lady merely remarked: I" 1t will rub off
when it gets dry" and the old gentleman
said: There had greater accidents hap
pened at sea-" But it was over with me.
/ 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 go to bed 2" said
the old lady. "Ycs ma'am." "IIcrc is
an iron pot-all ] have suitable" / took
the pot and found it so small that | could
only get my feet into it by sliding them in
| sideways; but got them in and soon found
them swelling tightcrand tighter, until the
pain was 50 great that the sweat rolled OFF
my chin. The clock struck eleven. "NIr.
Bopne, are You not done washing your
feet" "What did thisp cost must
break the internal thing" /" a dollar"
Bring me the axe" "IIero it is" L
took the axe, broke the pot to pieces, hand
cd the old lady the dollar, opened the door,
and never saw her afterwards j met Sal
ly at mrsking several years afterwards,
and as We met she roarcd out laughing.
a FIGHT IN THE SENATE.
But the end of George was not yet, lie
grew up to be man and a colonel, and,
like, Saul Of old, was chosen to lead the
people. He became State Senator and
an able dcbatcr. His figure was so tall
and commanding, lis voice so strong, loud,
and clear; his manner 30 plain and unas-
suning; his coolness and known courage
such--tlat lie was bothrcspectcd and dread
cd as an opponent While he was in the
Senate, awarmly contested question came
up for debate, Ratciff Boon, Lieutenant
! Governor, in the chair. The colonel was
the leader of one side of the question, and
a Senator, about four feet ten, limbs in
proportion, witha voice like ':katydid,"
led the other side. The chamber was
crowded. The colonel rose, with his eye
upon the chair, and was speaking at the
top of his voice. That's licn' squealcd
out the little opposition Senator. CAS- l
was saying, Mr. President" --'' That's a
lie" As i was soying"-' That's a
lie J" in the same squcaking voice. Gas
| L was saying The little Senator could
stand it no longer IIc sprang over the
railing, ran round to where the colonel was
standing, and sIuck him with all his might
OIL the back. As | was saying, Mr.
President" nt"--tl,e blows repeated several
times, while the colonel, without taking
the least notice of it, continued to address
| the Senate until he, closed hisspccch, then
turning his eye upon his opponent hat
are yon doing n eWhat am doing.
I'm ighting," I" lgho are yon fghtingT,
I'm fighting goug" "Mc~ / had no
knowledge of it whatever" The sergeant
alarms stepped up and carried the little
Senator away in state of exhaustion. A
glass of wine and the friendly hand of the
colonel soon put all things to rights, and
the debate proceeded
DEATH OF JUDGE McLEoD. The Hon.
~. ID. Mcleod, for many years past Chief
Justice of Bexar, county, Texas, died on
tho night of the 2lst of July, at his resi-
denee in San Antonio, of apoplexy. The
Texan say:
I Judge Mcleod was one of the pioneers
of Texas, aud five mistake not, came to
| fhig, State in J22k u;tI tho ,,ohlo ho,,d ne