The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1861-04-17
A Gnnd Inke

We were told few days ago agood Joke on young
man not thousand miles from Greer county which, as
we never saw it in print consider worth relating.
The circumstances happened some time ago, but the
story will lose nothing by It's age Ii told by
who knew, and said it was all true.
A certain young man in search of wife, being a
courtng expedition, is customary with young men,
came late Saturday evening, and in order to keep
his secret from his young acquantances determined to
be at home on Monday morning bright and early, so
that his absence would not be noticed But his aanced
lived several miles from the town in which he soourned
and so to overcome the distance required the of
horse Mounted on his horse dressed in his fine white
summer pants and other fxngs in proportion, he ar
rives at the residence of his sweetheart where he is
kindly received and his horse properly taken care of
by being turned into the pasture for the night The
evening" yes the night passed away, but how, is
bodo'S BUSINESS Three O'Clock in the morning arrived
Our hero awake may be he had been so all the
night but it matters n0t-hree O'Clock is the time for
him to depart so that he might arrive at home before
his comrades stirring Not wishing to disturb the
family of his lady love who were then wrapt in the
arms of Morpheus, he sailed forth to the pasture to
catch his horse; but here difficulty the grass
too high and loaded with dew. To venture in there
with his white panaloons would rather take the starch
out of them and lead to detection 1t would not do to
put on his white unmenonables, he quickly made
resolve 1t three o'clock in the morning, and no.
body stirring he carefully dsIobes himself of his
valuable "whites and places them in safety on the
fence while he gave chase with unscreened pedals
through the wet grass after the horse. But the steed
was fond of clover and had no notion Of leaving it.
But hero not be thwarted although he began
to realise the truth Of the old adage about the Of
true love, &c. Finally the horse captured.
Returning to the fence where he had safely suspended
his IilY white unmentonables. OH marabile dictu!
What horrible sight met his eycs The field into
which his horse had been turned not only horse
pasture but cali pasture too; and naughty calves
being attracted By the white flag the fence had al
] Only UpIl pHpV frOf
ments of his valuable article remained-ony a
few threads just sufficient to indicate what they had
once been, What pickle this was for nice young
man to bein
1t was now daylight and the industrious farmers
up and about and our hero far from home, with no
covering for his travelling apparatus" 1t would not do
to 90 back to the house Of ais ladY-ove they were
now up, and how could he get in without exhibiting
himself to his fair one, which might ruin his match
I No no that would not do Neither could he go to
town in that plight. There only resource left
him. aud that was to himself in the bushes till
the night and then get home under the cover OF
darkness This he resolved to do and accordingly hid
him elf under thick growth of busgIea
Safely bid, he remained under the pro 'ecson of the
bushes forsome tme itmuy be Imagined that his feel
ngs toward the calf kind not of the mo friendly
Character But ere long his secuson was destined to
be ntruded upon The family of the fair one, seen 9
his horse still remaining in the pasture inquired of the
young lady what she had done with her lover. She
was nonplused. She only knew that he had left about
three o'clock in the morning. Things didn't look right
If he had gone why did he leave his horse? Suspicious
were awakened By and by, the boy who had been out
to feed the calves returned with the of the
identical white garment which adorned the lower limbs
of their late visitor They manged and torn to
threads An inquest was Immediately held over them.
Some awful fate had befaen the young The
neghbors summoned to search for his corpse and
the posse with all speed out with dogs and arms to
search The pasture thoroughly secured and then
the adjacent thiCketS when loi our hero driven
from his lair by the keen scent of the dogs all safe
alive and well but minus the linen
An explanation then ensued at the expense of our
hero, but he was successful in the end and married
the lady and is living comfortably in one of the
little towns Of Texas.