The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1859-01-13
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
There's nothing half so torturing
AS Loves young dream.-[ Forgot srhO
After the thrilling incidents related in
the preceding chapter Bunkun,, reveling
in all the pleasures impaired by soul in
spring bust head" retired to his couch.
But sleep came not to his burning eye
lids, and dreamland was region his
thoughts refused to penetrate. He could
not rest, he was vexed, he waxed wrOth,
and rising he seized pen and wrote:
MosT BEAUTIFUL CHARMER: Sweet
Enchantress of my soul; believe me
when say ] love you. | shall die,
evaporate, absquatulate, simmer down,
if you don't tell me when you'll be Mrs.
Scutie. Answer by bearer.
Yours Forever,
BuNKuM ScUTiE.
He sent the note by servant, and We
close this chapter.
CHAPTER ".
All, lew shall die, Dut many mourn
Al Loves sad caprices,-[ Squintrye
Bunknm again sought his couch, and
fcycrish with anxiety his brain whizzled.
His servant returned, bringing a note
which read:
Mr.. ScuTiE: My ma is watchful and
alarmed, and must cease all communi-
cation with you for time, perhaps for
ever Yours &c,
BETSY ANN.
Bunkum read the note. He was NOR
tilted. He determined to "shuflle off
this mortal COLL"
The catalogue of ills, that flesh is heir to,
Names not one equal, in misery, to disap-
OF love.-[ SkeebaH.
He tore his shirt, disheveled his hair,
seized bis hat, and started towards the
region of Henderson's Bayou, resolute
either to drown himself in the mud, or
cut his throat with soap-stick. Through
the thick and murky curtain that envel-
oped the town like mantle of woe,
Bunkum madly rushed; his distended
nostrils drinking the storm-laden air, and
his footsteps, dismal and mufiled, as if
echoing the dying wall of soul depart
ing. Bunkum is a team, walking vol
cano, talking simoom, a buttoned up del
uge, rumbing earthquake. On, on he
went, desperate as to the hope Of "mak
ing the trip" in his love affairs, and bit
terly cursing his star Of evil destiny, he
fell upon the plank walk, and skinned bis
shin. Raging, he madly rushed, thirst
ing for the mud Of the gloomy bayou,
and reckless of the risk he would run by
plunglng head foremost in the aqueous
liquid. He reached the brink Of the tur-
bid slough-he paused as he saw mys-
terious ear projecting above the surface
his eye caught the wiggling motion Of
brush looking concern that looked like
the end of a cows tall Reason came to
his aid, and he thought somepoor member
of the bovine species was struggling in the
depths Of that prairie mud. But ere he
could recall his scattered senses, and col
lcct resolution enough to nerve him to
the fatal leap, an unseen hand sped a
shanghai egg. and hit him between the
eyes. He relied
and the rest of this very interesting sto-
~, comprising the many thrilling adven-
lures, and hairbreadth escapes Of Bunk
um, and his ultimate fate as regards his
marrying prospects, can only be found in
that popular family newspaper, the
"Humbug Advocate"
Address the proprietors, Messrs. Ly-
Ion & Keepdark.
Terms Of Subscription "A Lead Pen
Gil, Smashed Potato, and Good Egg.
rNoTE by THE EDITOR.-Hendcrson bayou
il Immediately in front of the Barber Shop. 1t
dries up in Summer.
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