Ceredo crescent. [volume] (Ceredo, Va.) 1857-1861, 1860-01-07

mediate towasmen wore in its favor. Politics
ran high, - Captain was . warm partisan,
and often cameinto eollisisn with his oppose ests
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He had = ssfossne turn which val exceed
ingiy provoking to his opponents, whom ho
charged with being bar-room aud grog. shop war-
riors, and Sighting all their battles in the chin
ney.eorner Dispute after dispute arose. The
Captain dealt out his sarcasms, and the war me n
clustered in return.
"If you was younger man." said Peter Gust,
"Id give you an all. fred lickiu."
"Never mind my sge," returned the Captain,
''if that's all you're afraid of.
"It wouldn't be no credit to lick man old
enough to be my grandfather" said the windy
blusterer.
mo, nor to get beat, if you should under
take.it replied the sturdy veteran. "You talk
about fighting! Why, all your valor lies in
your toosue."
These disputes occurred 80 often, and so pro-
vokingly, that Peter Gust and his valorous com.
peers nt last determined that the Captain, old
ms he was, should have Hogging. But instead
OF undertaking it themselves, they hired n
stout he -nigger, as they called him. to do it for
them.
This sable mercenary came to the Captain s
house prepared to execute his commission He
.,
sidernbly more Of good manners. Not deeming
1t either honorable or polite to attack the vetcr.
nm, without first naming his object, he began
"Msssn Cap'em Bluap. is come to give you
one all ,jo- fire lickiu."
"You have, hey p said the Captain, seizing
hoop: pole which ley near him.
ayes, massa. But I no do it on my own
'casion. Mr.. Peter Guss, ho and two tree oddcrs,
dey hire me-"
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Gust, md two or thrre others. If they have any
business with me, to conc themselves"
mo, mnssa, mustn't do dat. I promise on
my saker honor. for two quart O. rum dat Glib
you de NOSE Internal li.kin you cher had in
YOUR life. Now, Masaa H'ump. you put down
dat hoop poic. auI 1 40 II irce:iy" Thws sry
ing, Cato put himself in an attitude Of attack
"Get out Of the way, you black rascal" said
the Captain, before knock you down"
81 muss lick you. massa," said the perscvcrins
negro, still making demonstrations Of an attack !;
"'causc you see gage to do it, and my honor
be on stake. beg you pardon most unccrc-
ly. You ncber injure me- But what gage
to do, I'm bound to do. Dat is de honorable
ting, Mafsa Blump"
"Get out of the way" said the Captain again,
don't trouble me with your jaw"
"Not wild my jaw, massa-I no bite-I take
my 6st" Then doubling up his huge black
veteran, who knew how to adapt his warfare to
the nature Of the enemy, stepped inside very
dexterous'y for an old man; and fetching the
hoop pole Il sweep, took Cato full upon the shns
One blow was sufficient Down dropped the
mcrcenary, and kicked, and rolled over, and
rubbed his ships, and bnwled with al his might:
"Oh, massa! massn! you kill me dead you
break my shin! Oh! don't tush me in, beg
on you, Mnssa Bump. My brains all smash
out now!'
"Your brains! Why. where do you keep your
brains? I haven't touched your head"
"Dud wat make me feel so bad massa. You
trike my head no mind it-but o! gosh-n.
mighty! trke poor black fellow on de shin
dat beat me all TO nossin-I no tan dat"
"Pick up your black carcass now said tine
Captain, and clear out. And bark hcrc-do
yos tell those cowardy white niggers that sent
you here to be foggcd, that if they will come
themselves, am reudy to treat with them upon
the same terms"
"But, m.ssa, can't pick up mysclf-I can't
tsb," said tho black, making an effort to rise.
"Cau't tan Well, III tan your hide for you
Saying that, the Captain drew his hoop pole,
snd was about laying on again, when Cato's legs
recruited wonderfully; and springing up, ho
Isaped home as we'll as his battered shins would
permit.
When be told his story to Peter Gust and his
compositions they stormcd, swore like troopers.
snd declared that the old Captain must be fog
gsd If they had to do it with their own hands.
"Berry we'll, said Cato-who had taken gill
Of rum, and was shaking it down into his shins
-"Misser Cap'em Blump, be ready for you-he
got hoop. pole all cut an dry-he fog ebery
dsbble on you, all in heap. He terrible ole
Dsn-dat Capem Blump."
Ale must be logged" said Peter Gust, on.
dSasoripg to raise his own courage BY bluSter.
Jog.
at taxs mao to do dat, Msssa Guss,' said
Cato, who sat groaning over his wounded shios
tan IL you take niggers device, you'll no
tush him--yos Let Misser Blump lone, here.
after, forsber an day.
Peter Gust and his compeers UiIstercd avout,
svors, drank rum, and finally set out to put
their threats 10 execution against the sturdy o."
Captain. But their courage, like that Of Bob
Acres, oozed out by the wsy; the advice Of Cato
@ss adopted; sud nothing more was said about
1essiog the veteran.
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