Arkansas intelligencer., 1858-10-01

(Phenix Rancho, near Rangor,) L will med
die with the following:
"Whar de hen scratch dar she specs to fine lie bug.
My Hearers: am informed that dark
complexioned preacher, in Columbus, Ohio,
once took the above for his text, and proved
from il that our first parents FELL out of an
appls-tree into mud-hole, which caused
their frst-born to be as black as your hat
l am afraid that my colored co-laborer has
made much more out 'of it than l can, for,
turn it over, set it upon end, lay it down and
sprawl it open after all, this old rooster
don't find great deal to pick at.
In the first place, my brethren; will pro-
pound picus connundrum. Why are men
watchess Because. they must look in side of
them for their good qualities, and Judge of
them by their "works."
Well my brethren, the work of men and
women in general consets, for the most part,
in scratching, and the prospect of bug is
the incentive. You may notice, brethren,
| that whenever hen makes scratch, sue al
ways gives a pick; but whether she gets
bug at every dip, is very uncertain. ina
| gine not Nevertheless, where she scratches
there she expects to find bug.
Expecting is one thing, you know, my
| friends, and finding another. You may turn
over many stone in this precarieus world,
and find no bug, after all. Phrenologicaly
speskinS, the human head is one vast bump
of expectation, and nothing else.
There are various sorts of bugs brethren.
in this buggy sphere. There are big bugs,
little bugs, tumble bugs, straddle bugs, hum
bugs and bugbears. But you needn't scratch
about much to find any of these, for they are
everywhere thicker than skiprers in seven
year old cheese.
To find the bug you SO earnestly desire
requires diligent scratching; and ESQ doing
you don't happen 10 catch it, vou can com
Tort yourself with the reflection that you pu5
in the hicks 70, It, and it ought to have been
yours. Ii a young Inaa takes = gili<sb~ ~ 20
sec the shows, feeds her with tit bits and buys
her pretty calicoes, his title to a kiss is clear
and indisputable-fo "where the hen scratch
es there she expects to find bug"
The bug that you are all after, my breth-
ren, is the gold-bug; but, alack "a day, how
many Of you scratch in vain; yet it is found
in manure heaps, as we'll as in auriferous
places. The farmer turns it up with his plow,
and the gardner with his spade; and vet
thousands keep scratching here and there
without finding 'ary bug.
A few years ago hundreds of you fell to
scratching at Kern river, expecting to find
mighty big bug. Well you scratched, and
scratched, and scratched and what did you
turn up at last "a INDUSTRIOUS humbug =
Got frightened and scrabbled for home,
vast sight more buggy than you went-for
''where the hen scratches, there she expects
to find bug"
And now you all want to go to the Frazer
river country; but there are SO many different
ways to get there, YOU are in quandary which
to choose. It is like getting to Heaven
The Catholics insist upon going straight thro'
Purgatory-the Baptists go roundabout
way, but keep where there is plenty of wa
ter, as they belong to :he class known as
amphibu-the Presby terians think their road
the safest although rather het-tbe Univer-
| salists declare theirs to be the most pleasant
while the Methodsts shout "Halleluyah,"
and scare up rabbits, as they journey upon
the good old Jordan route. But when you
are once there Cat the diggings mean-for
| am not sure that you will ever reach the
other place) one stands just as good a chance
as another-and don't know but little
better. You all have about an equal amount
of hope, if not pluck, and each will probably
pitch in and dig with all the energy of a ter
rier at a gopher-hole-fo "where the hen
scratches, there she expects to find a bug"
Let me make another application of the
text my brethren. Beware of an oily-ton
gued, sycophantic friend-who is ever too
ready to do you small favor,-who profess
ses willingness to serve you at all times
who praises you as the fox did the crow; for,
while he is thus "quizz!ing" himself into your
good graces, he has sly eye upon your
purse yourself forgetting for the moment,
that where the hen scratches she expects to
find bug"
Ny friends: low uneasy is the immortal
mind in its pent-up prison of CLAY! How
t seems to exult in its freedom while wing
| ing its way to yon ASSURE fields'of hgh. and
glory, or wandering amid the green old bow
ers of the past, where none but itself is per-
Tnitted to roam What then, must De its
delight when forever released from its thral-
dom Of flesh, and no longer dependent upon
bread, besf and potatoes! The day viii
come, when liberty, such ~ mortals have
| nayar vat knoxn will b. hliasfnllx raalixad