The Shasta courier., 1859-04-30
Inclined to be QuarreIsome.

We heard that prince of story-tellers. Tom Cal
loway, get oil the following, amidst bursts OF
laughter, the other night. Squarng himself
and stretching out his legs, he began:
"T There was once little, slim-built fellow
by the name of Gardner, rich as Jew. and in
dependent as the devil, riding along a highway
IN the State OF Georgia, when he overlook a
man driving drove of hogs by the help of a
big, raw boned, six-feet-two specimen of hn-
manlty. Stopping the last named individual
he accosted him.
d" ] say, are these your hogs ~
" No, sur m to work by the month";,
What pay might you be getting, friend? p
" len dollars a month, and whisky thrown
in, was the reply
Well look here, I'm weak little inofIeu-
sve man, and people are apt to impose upon
me, you see Now I'll give you twenty five
dollars month to ride long with me and pro-
tect me, was Mr.. Gardner's reply "But" he
added as thought struck him. % how might
you be on the fight p
"Never been licked in my life |" rejoined the
six-footer
'"Just the man want Is't bargain ?" que
ried Gardner
Six-footer ruminated. twenty-five dollars
double wages-nothing TO do bat ride around
and smash a fellows mug occasionally, when
he's sassy. Six-footer accepted
They rode along till just at night they reach
cd a village. Dismounting ut the door, they
went IN. Gardner Immediately singled out the
biggest man in the room, and picked fuss
with him. After considerable promiscuous Jaw
ing, Gardner turned to his fighting friend and
intimated that the licking of that man had be-
come sad necessity. Six-footer peeled, went
m, and came out first best
The next night, at another hotel, the same
xva 4
row with the biggest man in the place, and six
iooter doing the fighting
AT last on the third day, they came to n ferry,
kept by huge double-fsted man who had
never been licked in his life Whilst crossing
the river, Gardner, as usual, began to find fault
and 'blow.' The ferryman naturally got mad
threw things around kind O. loose, and It'd
them his opinion of their kind. Gardner t a
turned to his friend ''from the shoulder" and
gently broke the intelligence to him, Z" that he
was sorry, but that il was absolutely necessary
to thrash that ferryman." Six-footer nodded
his head, but said nothing. 1t was plainly to
be seen, however, that he did not relish the job
by the way he shrugged his shoulders, but
there was no help for it. So when they reached
the shore, both stripped and at it they went
Up and down the bank, over the sand into the
water they fought, scratched, gouged, bit and
rolled, till at the end of an hour the ferryman
caved. Six-footer was triumphant, but it had
been tough work. Going up to his employer,
he scratched his head for moment, and then
broke forth
"Look here, Mr.. Gardner, your salary sets
mighty well, but-Im-of the-opinion-tha
you inclined to be quarrelsOaae. Here I've
only been with you three days, and I've licked
the three biggest men in the county, | think
this firm had better dissolve, for YOU see, Mr.
Gardner, I'm afraid you're inclined to be quar-
relsome, and | reckon I'll draw !"-7chama Ga
zete.
THE AUTHOR OF SWEET HoME.-The following,
from newspaper of 1853, gives some interest
ing incidents IN the life of the author Of "Sweet
Home"
GAS sit in my garret here in Washington,
watching the course of great men and the des-
tiny of party, | often meet with strange contra
dctions in this eventful life
/" The most remarkable was that of J. Howard
Payne, the author of Sweet Home | knew
him intimately. He occupied the room under
me for some time, and his conversation was so
captivating that often spent whole days in his
apartment. He was an applicant for office at
the time-Consul at Tunis-from which he had
been removed. What a sad thing it was to see
the poet subjected to all the humiliation of Of
fice seeking Ofan evening he would walk the
streets On such occasions he would give me a
history ofhis wandeiings, his trials, and all cares
incident to his sensitive nature and poverty.
"s How often, said he, once, q have been in
the heart of Paris Berlin and London, or some
other city, and heard persons singing, or hand
organ playing Home, Sweet Home, without hav-
ing shilling to buy the next meal or place to
lay my head. The world has literally sung my
song until every heart is familiar with its melo-
dies Yet have been wanderer from my boy
hood. Ny country has turned me ruthlessy
from Office, and in my old age have to submit
to humiliation for my bread
"Thus he would complain of his hapless lot
His only wish was to die in foreign land, to be
buried by strangers, and sleep in obscurity.-
Poor Payne his wish was realized. lie died
Mt Tunis. His remains should be brought TO this
country, and monument erected to him by the
homeless, with this inscription
Here lies J. Howard Payne author of
Sweet Home. wanderer in life, he whose
songs were sung in every tongue and found an
echo in every heart, never had home. He died
in foreign land.
NATIVE ELoQUEScE.-It is pleasing to meet in
these degenerate times, anything breathing the
pure spirit of patriotism, and to listen some
times to the lofty tone of the cultivated states
man. Hear one of them in the Missouri Legis-
lature, who, in a recent speech--it matters lit
tie upon what-said
and hoecake so sweet as to be purchased only
at the price of having the State garrisoned by
our enemies? Forbid it, jeremiah Do you
want the institutions Of your State reduced to
the condition of affairs away down in Georgia,
where plantation consists of two overseers and
one niger? As the poet says, g I'd rather be a
long NANCY, strange, yaler dog, with bobtail
and bav at the moon, than not to say, this is
nv own, my native State And ! will defend
the institutions so long as grass grows and wa
ter runs"
JEFFERSON on CgBA.-I eandidIy confess
have ever looked on Cuba as the most interest
ing addition which could ever be made to our
system of States. The control which with the
Florida point, this island would give US over
the Gulf Of Mexico, and the countries and 18TH
muses. bordering on it, as well as those whose
waters flow into it, would eli up the measure of
our political being-7'sos JeesrsoH.