The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1859-10-21

| (From the Nashville Daily News.)
We are Indebted to our friend, Major
+. A. Rawofth for letter, dated the 18th
inst, from Maj. B. M. Barnes, formerly
very popular Sheriff of Davidson county.
but now an Arkansas farmer. After
speaking of some private matters, Mr..
Barnes proceeds to say, that the hog
cholera is making fearful havoc in that
section Of country, tClear Lake, that the
cattle have the murrain and black tongue,
the horses have the foot-evil; that the
deer are all dying in the woods, and the
fish in the bayou; and that disease is
said to prevail also among bears. He
says he killed fat deer, and on opening
it, found its lungs mass of rottenness,
d.S;;,SHippd d.;;S ind another dead in the woods, re-
W ~ Aeleton. Crops, he says, are
IS0 as an average, and cotton
in particular, better than an average
Many large planters are locating around
him, and land is advancing rapidly
There is quite neighborhood Of, Tennes-
seeans, and they find the country much
healthier than they expected. !. MI. B.
reports his own family and immediate
neighbors in good health The following
illustration of a wild "Rackansackian,"
is given by Mr.. Barnes for his friends
amusement, and we copy it for that Of
our readers: VI - 5a'rs
'By the way, will relate trivial oe-
currence which ! incidentally heard and
saw in one of our Arkansas towns, on
county court day. A real screamer,
about six feet six inches high, sprang out
of the crowd, and used language some
thing like this This is me! If it aint
cuss me! They commonly call me little
Billy Esq, all the way from Buneombe.-
I'm small specimen as you see-a mere
yearling, but Pm the true imported breed,
and can whip any man in this diggins,--
Whoop! Wont no body come out and
fight me? Come out some of you, and
die decently; for Pm spiling for fight
aint had one for more than a week, and
if you don't come out Pm hy-blowed be-
up to taw Maybe you don't know who
little Billy isl I'll tell YOU. I'm poor
man, it's fact, and smell like wet dog,
but ! can't be run over! PM the fellow
that grinned menagerie out Of counter
ance, and made the baboon hang down
his head and blush. Whoop Pm the
chap that towed the broad-horn fiatboat
up the Saline river, where the snags was
so thick, a fish could not swim without
rubbing the scales off, and if any body
dobts it let him make his will. (Then
crowed like cock. Maybe you never
heard of the time the horse kicked me
and put both his hips on. Of joint! If
it aint true, cut me up for fish-bait! Pm
the very infant that refused my mothers
milk before my eyes were open, and called
out for u t,ottiz o,f uirivo- rsoS@ 20 I
Whoon! Wake snakes and come W ,r n..,s
and throwed her into spasmadies, and
she's raving maniac to this day, poor
thing! Whoop! talk about grinning the
bark off tree! faint nothing! One
squint of mine at a bulls heel would bis.
ter it. o, Pm one of your tough sort,
live forever, and turn to a white oak post.
Look at me ! I'm the genuine article; q
real double acting engine; Pm the locomo-
tive that pushed the bull off the bridge /
Pm can outrun, outjump, out-swim, out
talk, out-eat, chew more tobacco, drink
more whisky, and stick my head further
in the ground than any man If that
don't make you fight, nothing will =
Whoop! / don't believe there is man
among you that has any gizzard Not
one of you got courage enough to face q
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