San Andreas independent., 1858-02-13
Indiana Sketches and Trials.
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In early times there lived in Indiana
man by the name of George Boone,
descendant of the celebrated Daniel Boone
who should not be overlooked in these
sketches, although l have not space to
pay the same respect to many others whom
| would be pleased to notice. George
Boone would have stood we'll 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. l can best give some idea of them
by relating an incident that George used
to relate with gusto after he had become
one of our State Senators:
81 was about Is years Of age, when,
for the first time, | took it into my head
to 90 sparkling. One of our neighbors,
few miles off, had large, pretty daugh-
ter, that l thought would just suit me-
1t was late in the fall, and the weather
pretty cold, still, it was too early to put
on shoes. The Sunday evening had come;
dressed in my best butternut colored
suit, made some six months before, but
soon found that the pantaloons reached
just below my knees and my coat stretched
over me as tight as dried eel skin on
hoop pole. l started barefoot wading the
creeks and muddy bottoms till / reached
the house. They were about sitting down
to supper, and invited me- Sally sat by
my side. We had mush and milk and
plenty of it. The old lady handed me
large bowl. / thought politeness required
ME to meet her halt 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. nor the width of my hand. struck
the big milk pitcher On one side, and out
went the milk over the table. Sally jumped
and went roaring with laughter into the
other room. The old lady merely remarked
1t will all rub off when it gets dry and
the old gentleman said there had greater
accidents happened at sea- But it was
all over with me. | saw that all was lost
Not a word more was spoken l saw
nothing more of Sally. The clock struck
ten Mr. B., won't you wash your feet
and go to bed? said the old lady. 'Yes
ma am Here 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
tighter and tighter, until the pain was SO
great that the sweat rolled off nv chin
The clock struck eleven. sMr. Boone are
you not done washing your feet? what
did this pot cost? | must break the in
fernal thing 4 dollar Bring me the
axe l took the axe, broke the pot to
pieces, handed the old lady dollar, opened
the door, and never saw her afterwards
| met Sally at a husking several years af-
terward, and as wc met she roared out
laughing.
FIGHT IN THE SENATE.
But the end of George was not yet
He grew up to be a man and Colonel,
and like Saul of old, was chosen to lead
the people. He became State Senator
and an able debater His figure was tai,
and commanding, his voice so strong, loud
and clear, his manner SO plain and un-
assuming, his coolness and known cour-
age such that he was both respected and
dreaded as an opponent. While he was
in the Senate, warmly contested question
came up for debate, Ratcliff Boone, lieu
tenant governor, in the chair. The colonel
was leader of one side of the question,
and a senator, about four feet ten, limbs
in proportion, with voice like a katy-
did, 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 lie"
squcalcd out the little opposition senator.
GAS | was saying, Mr.. President" t"-That's
a lie" "As was saying" That's a
lie p in the same squealing voice. Gas
| was saying" little senator could
stand it no longer. He sprang over the
railing, ran round to where the colonel
was standing, and struck him with all his
might on the back "As l was saving.
Mr.. President the blows were repeated
several times, while the colonel, without
taking the least notice of it, continued to
address the senate until he closed his
speech, then turning his eye upon his on
ponent, said, What are you doing 2p
" What am | doing I'm fighting !''-
!" Who are you fighting p "I'm fight
ing youp' Me! had no KNOWLEDGE
of it whatever" The sereeant-at-arms
stepped up and carried the little senator
away in a state of exhaustion. A glass Of
wine and the friendly hand of the colonel
soon put all things right and the debate
proceeded
BI- Innocence is a flower which withers