Amador weekly ledger., 1858-01-23
Cosumnes Correspondence.


fishing the last part Of my letter, intended as
afP. S. Last Sunday as | was chalking
over the tobacco stains on the bosom OF my
only once-white shirt, preparatory to a visit
to Mrs. Thistledown, in stepped one of her
neiglbors and told me he had left the widow
cavortng around her premises like heifer in
hornets nest She had just read the Led
ger and had bursted her hoops with indignity
at the reason gave for writing She declar-
ed that Mr. 10 Ker was a cur in fact, only
fitted to write doggerel, could be no setter in
her house and advised him to seek some aelo-
foundlamd where he could associate with his
betters was so taken aback with the news
that | chalked black satin vest all over,
that i had borrowed to wear on the occasion.
1t was no use going to see the widow that
day, so | laid aside my shirt, and gave the
candy i had bought for the little Thistle
downs, to an Indian to clean the vest, and
sat down to read the papers You had sent me
with the Ledger containing my letter. This
paper / handed to my visitor folded so that
his eye fell on my letter the first thing, and
he read it all without even SO much as a
smile-I was watching him with one eye,
while pretended to read-and at its conclu-
sion he remarked, "Here's fellow that thinks
he is some on puns." Don't you call them
pretty good onesw said l. "Well, | don't
know but they are kin to puns' said he.
"How do you make that out? asked. "Oh;"
said he, "they are some pun-kin and" /
did not wait for acompletion of the sentence,
but burst into laugh such as you might ex
pect form man who was having leg sawed
off To have my best efforts thus derided,
after having been blown up by the widow,
was more than could bear compacently; so
to have revenge, determined to pitch into
every thing that struck me. Here is the re-
snlt.
A paper in trying to be smart says:
ITO prevent fish from smelling in summer,
cut their noses off This will do as well in
winter"
That editor ought to know that one species
of fish would be smclt with their noses off or
on
The Petaluma Journal says:
"AIr j L. Crow of Bodega, has left at this
Office two monster beets, grown on his ranch,
the present season. One of them weighs 6
pounds and is a curiosity in form as well as size
The other is some over two feet in length"
Mr. Crow gave that beet to the Journal
to have the editor crow over it. Mr.. Grow
might have crowed over his own beet. Per-
haps he thought the editor could out crow
old Crow himself Some of these days ex-
pect to see chronological table Of the big
beets Of the State.
In the Ledger, the editors, in speaking of
the mines say:
'The Government said to the people, You
are the sorereigns, and the gold is yours"
If the people are all soreyeigns then sover.
eigns have deprecated very much. as there
are but few who are worth 81 s4 "And
the gold is yours" certainly it is, sovereign,
king, prince. and potentate; bnt we see very
little of it.
i notice in the last Mountain Democrat
that its editor has been promoted to Major,
by Gen. N. g. Curtis ! believe the Gener-
al is an Ex-Recorder of Sacramento, and
must have supposed, in comforting this rank
on Gelwicks, that he was still on the bench,
and sentencing him for some offence. What
has Mr.. Gelwicks been doing to merit this
thing? This new Major is so lost to all the
finer feelings that he actually plumss himself
on the occasion. ] have no doubt he has
been drilling already.
An eastern paper enquiries as to the shape
of Chinaman's tail. If he had thought
moment he would have known it was CH-ni-
form.
/ notice in the San Jose Tribune that the
folks in Santa Clara are kicking up a dust
about taxing mining claims They can raise
no dust in this section by any such taxes.
am done writing for revenge, and my old
hankering after the widow has returned. /
have repented Of what | said about letting
you have the little Thistledowns. No bloao
cf mine shall ever send them from the parent
stock; but, may they ever float in the sun