The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1860-11-07

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carrie went nifty fast, and in about an hour
an a half we stopt. forgot 10 menshuu
that there wuz black bottle tween the
cushuns, an that both of US tuck several
drinks, eff not more. Boys, let's take wun
| now.
We got out Nv the carrie on the groun,
| an looked round us. | frunt. but little 10
the rite, wuz a CRATE big white house, and
the rode frum the gate wuz so fixt that you
could cum TO the door lrum any side you
! pleased. All the way round wuz about a
quarter of mile. then turned round 10
| look at the people who was thar. They
wuz about twenty in all. Rite in front was
jim.
| Mister Buchanan, says The man who
| brought me, allow me To-
| Pshaw sez / knows him well enuf
| Pm the man what done so much for him an
Breck to Punk intown How do you do, ole
feller? How hev you been? How's all
an what's the news?
| I'm fust rate, thank you, sez he, smilin'
and bowin' nifty perlite. How's all 10
Punkingtown
Oh, we're all $3.50, sez | but what's to
pay here?
Why, we're going 10 hev the race, ses
Jim, speaking low 10 me, and looking nifty
! solemn, an sent fur you 10 stan an judge
who beats. Cum along, now, and let me
! nterduce you 10 the folks.
| Air those filters in the rode the candi-
! dates ses /
Yes, ses he, and them other men out thar
is their friends and hakkers. But here we
air Gentlemen, allow me 10 introduce my
particler friend, Mister Billings-Mister
Houston, Mister Billings, Mister Bell, Mister
Billings Mister Lincoln, Mister Billings
Mister Douglas, Mister Billings; Mister
Breckinrdge, Mister Billings; Mister b.
| lings, gentlemen, will take his stan here
and juje who beats the race. Excuse me
! for mint, as | mus see if the track is
! clear.
1t seems TO me, l've met you somewhar
before, Mister Billings, ses Mr. Bell, an
yourn is face what can't be easy forgot
don't recolIec. ses | for | seed what he
was arer.
Ii mus be so, ses he, for I've been every
whar thro' this glorious Union. This glo-
rious Union, Mr.. Billings, mus be preserved,
an the eagle mus bear alof on magnaimous
pinyuns the banner uf the stars, an skreem
defiance at the yiolaters uf the reSplendent
Constitution.
Jes so, ses |.
I'll tell you what, Mister Billings, ses
Douglas, wavin' his arm, this here scene,
with all these people lookin' on, an you 10
pass your free iugmeut bout this race, re-
minded me powerfully of Poplar Suvrinty.
That air The doctrine, sir. All oe us is free
an independent. Ef want to do anything
-ef / wants TO cut my throte-who's TO
prevent me?
Nobody, of course, ses |.
This race is 10 be- wun by runnin', ses
Houston don't like runnin', and never
did, speshuIly for the Presidency, but the
people would make me, an had 10. But
Tell you, Mister Billings, you orter see me
in a fite. kinder guess can kill an ete
as many Mexikens as the mex man.
Shouldn't be surprised, ses |.
I'd scorn TO try an influence you, Mister
Billings, ses ole Abe, though there is sum
as knows as does H. But would merely
mention, uf a piece of muse, which, per
haps, you have not heern of, that think
the Gineral Government ought to make q
lew internal Improvements NIFTY close 10
Punkintown.
You don't say SO ? ses /.
AS fur me, ses old Breck, all ! want is a
fare trac and no favers.
All rite, ole hoss, ses |. And now gen.
tilmin, you must take your places ar git
re ady.
They then turned in TO pitchin' up half a
dollar, till they all got their places. Abe
was on the inside irac Breck mex Doug
las mex; Bell mex, an ole Sam on the out
side.
Well, they all got in line, and gave
the word, and they started. Ole Sam hadn't
got twenty steps before he stnmpt his foot,
an kerslap he went to the groun. AT last
they got about half way ronnd, an Dougl as
begun 10 fall behind Thinks | ole hoss,
your legs is too short. Bell, too, was a
bIowin' mighty hard an | seed the race
was between Breck and ole Abe. They
ies cum tearin' down that rode, tell you
When they was within about fifty yards oi
the startin' place, them two was jest bresi
an brest. Bell was several yards beEind,
and Stephen in his wake. AS for Houston,
he Jest laid whar he fell. Well, boys, on
they cum ike race horses, an all the look.
ers on, cussin' and swearin' es ef they was
mad. Breck's bottom was surprisin' but
old Abe's long legs was also carryin' him
! nifty fast, I tell you. They had got within