The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-05-20
OKOLONA, MISS, MAY 20, 1858.

be safely adopted by every human being
and those who acknowledge their poten'
cy "know no such words as fail" In
.cvey situation in life they should always
be kept in view, and when misfortune and
adversely surround us; when those we
have long looked upon as friends fly from
our approach as though we were contami-
mated by leprosy, when the most careful
ly arranged plans fall powerless and
Intellectual to the ground and all around
MS looks dark and desolate, we should
wait patiently for Time to bring healing
on its wings, look with an eye of Faith
upon the future; believing, hoping and
trusting that all may yet give way be-
fore an energy that knows no relaxation
whatever, when circumstances demand
that every exertion should be made for
the accomplishment of those plans we re-
gard as essential to our future well be-
ing.
In republican form of government
like our own where every ones position
is changing day by day and hour by
hour, without their being apparently
cognizant of the fact, no one may count
with any degree of certainty upon the
permanency of his position. The ragged
little vagrant of to-day who is destitute
alike of money or friends, may within a
few short. years sign himself a millionaire,
while the proud daughter of fashion that
now olls back in the family carriage
resplendent with diamonds and satins,
may at some future period exc out a
miserable existance by hard laboring toll
over wash board. Such things have
been, and will doubtless occur again, it
is therefore but matter of policy for us
all to believe that determined self re-
lance based upon Hope as firm as
granite itself will support us in every tri-
al to which we may be subject and carry
us triumphantly forward in the accom-
plishment of all our future plans.
sat Lovengood's Version of Old Barns Ball
Ride.
| Well, George, now while ye'rc waitin
| fur your durn'd fool chain kerriers, I'll
| tell We how Ole Burns finished that ar
onspeakabil bull ride owe his'n. 1e mind
how be get outen the lane as fast as a
hawk kin fly with the wind, and eff nize,
an fuss, an kickin horses, an dust an bees,
an thar stingin counts for glory, hit wur
eS glorious a start as ever man he'd afore,
alters septn Ole Fills start agin Ole
Buck. He he'd all the nize an dust an
squealin an kickin in the start, an he he'd
the Orful stingin too, nj onto the out cum
well he he'd. An the only way the ole
feller cud cure the swellin arter the mon
strous stingin he got wur to marry fust
rate oman, full owe game and jis es ready
es cold sous. Gin me a brite eyed oman,
what nos the ropes, fur holdin thar han
agin eny thing in breeches, no odds how
hi they holds thar he'd. She'd bring thar
nose tn the bottom owe the trotf, and
they'll lean hit thar tn rest thar SETS
we'll, they will. hearn fellow once
speak a speech that coffin wur king
lie wur an onmolited id fool, ur warnt
a man ct all, ur was trying tn cum hit
over the crowd: wimin am KING. Just
Gin them the issuin out owe what bald
face they thinks rite fur thar purpos, and
| I'll list agree tn be chucked he'd fnst in
ter the ruver when the mush ire am run
ming, ef they don't rule the roost, an cot
tin, ur muney, ur good hard sense be
durnd; they won't be no whar eft sot agln
an oman. Now mine this fac, George,
cummin, es hit dus frum the cussedest
fool We ever seed. Hits this: whenever
We find a thing We cant du yerself, jist
set she onto the trail, and ef she don't
do hit fur yu, I'll bind miself tu leav rot
gut alone fur wun cullinder year, mine
ole feller, wun thing she must love ye
monsrously, ur WI mus pay monsrously
but eff she says she will, why the things
dun did.
But about ole Fatty Burns an his express
bull ride. After they got outen the lane
they struck piece owe timber Ian, ar
thar he lost his wepun, the baskit; ther
he betuck his self tu onwindin the rope
often the bulls hons, an raped hit roun
i his lef han. Squire Mills hes a mons
rous fitin cross ole bull, what hes the
Frogy Mountain range fur his sukit this
year. He jist goes whar he burned please
and thinks his self sum apples among
dried grapes ur summons. An he hap
pened to be browsing about in this yere
woods, an hearin Ole Sock a bellerin he
tuck it for challenge an a insult tu.--
So he raked up sum dirt with his fruni
huff and sprinkled hit over his back
then he dug sum more outen a bank with
his hons an lifted hit with his foot an
spread hit over his sef, then he tuck ex-
1 ira twist ur two in his tail and histed hit
strate up in the ar; an about this time
felt ready tu meet the devil, hon tu hon,
eff he cum in shape owe a COW beste. Ole
Sock and his rider cum in site tarin, an
they smelt each other. Both wer ded
game or monsrous hot under the collier