Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-05-24
Yu1norpus Ala0ulg
A HAIRY sHoPKEEPER.


Upon the banks of the Mississippi, in the
State Of Tennessee, there once dwelt an Ole
chap by the name of Yadge, Tom Yadge.--
Now Tom had been an honest, hard-work
ing man all his life, but he had never owned
a saddle; but as Tom grew old, his wealth
and importance increased, and with it a
desire for a hogskin; SO he one day packed
up clean shirt, stuffed hundred dollars
into, his wallet, stepped upon steamboat,
and away he started down the river for New
Orleans to buy saddle. Now this was the
6rst trip Tom had ever made; he had lived
all his life where he was born, and had
never heard any other language than that
Of his mother tongue. In the course of a few
days he landed upon the levee at New Or
Jeans. - ....
Poor Tom, little did he know what he
had to encounter. The Frenchman was
there, the German was there-some from
all parts of the world were crowded upon
the legee--aud there was Tom, with his
eyes stretched. and ears open, completely
! mystifed and bewildered at the strange
jargon going on around him; he stood it as
8 long as mortal man well could, and at last
struck out, with his mind fully prepared to
Sbe surprised at nothing he saw, upon his
errand of the saddle. s-E ..-.->
Aftermeandering about the city for some
time, ske at length found saddler's shop;
Tom with heart elate walked in.
The first and only living creature which
met his vision was baboon Of the largest
species sitting upon the counter, playing
with the girths which were hanging from
the saddle Immediately over his head. Tom
very politely had addressed him: 'How do
you do sir?' The baboon grinned and
nodded. Il wish to buy saddle, says
Tom. The same expression from the mon
key. In louder key from Toni want
to buy saddle A very polite grin from
the baboon. Il will give you $40 BILL
The animal, having seen his master put
money into the drawer, took it, and hopping
along the counter; made deposit of Toms
$50 note. He returned however; immedi-
tely to his former position.
Tom,-'Well, hand us down. the pig
skin Very little notice from the baboon.
Hang it, why don't you give me my sad
die? 1 have paid you for it, so hand it
down, or I will take it myself An awful
chattering from the baboou Tom, not in
tending to be fooled with any longer, reach
ed out and caught hold of his property
but no sonner had the poor fellow done so,
than the nails and teeth of the monkey
were driven into his arm. Tom kicked and
swore-the baboon bit and screamed--un-
til at last the owner of the shop, aFrenchman
with long moustache, came rushing into the
room.
What You do, sare? What do you want
ip.here, you old rascal? By gar, you shall
give me satisfacshune' .
:. Tom, not in the least daunted; very much
exasperated, ripped out, you Internal old
hairy.mouthed scoundrel! I believe you
wish to steal my 500! I came in here,
bought saddle, paid the monkey down
forit; and now when I want to be going
with,it, your son there has refused to let
me have it and has kicked up a fuss about
itp
Tom, however, got his saddle, and re-
turned the next morning in the boat going
up the river; but he has been heard to
swear it was the last thing he ever intended
to nnrchase of that shnnkeener.