Worcester daily spy., 1861-05-25
@0lGrtester DaiIp spp.
ARTEMAs WARDS EsCTPE-HIs TRIBULA-
TI0NS ON THE ROAD.

] had a narrer scape from the sonny south.
"The swings and arrtrs of outraJus fortin," al
lnded to lly Hamlick, warn't nothin in compar-
isOn to my troubles, | came pesky near swear.
ing sum prolane 0aths mOre'u OnCt, but | hope
L didn't 90 it, for I've promist she whose
name shall be nameless (exccpt that her ini-
tias is Betsy j., that I'll jine the Meeting
House at Badinsville, jest as soon a. | can
scrape money enuf' together That | can
ford TO be piuss in good sIie, like my welthy
nabers. But il I'm confistcated again Pm
fraid | shall contnner on i'll my present bent-
ed state for sum time.
l figgered conspicyu usly in many thriln
scenes in my tower from Montgonry to my
humsted, and on sevril occasions | thought
"the CRATE l<omc paper" wouldn't never be
inriclled no more with my ubricati0ns. Arter
bldn al0o to Jtfierson d., | started for the
depot. l saw niger sittin on a fence a
payin on a banjo. "My Atrikin Brotier,"
sed |, cotin from Track | onct red, ''you be-
long TO a very interestin race. Your masters
is going to wal exclusively on your account"
ayes, boss" he replied, "an' | wish 'em
honorable graves p aud he went on payn
the banjo, lartin all over and openin his mouth
wide enutf to drive in an odtashioned 2
wheeled chaise.
The train of cars in which / was to trust my
wallerable life was the scaest rickyliest look
in lot OF cousarns that ever saw ON wheels
afore hat time does this string of second
hand coffins leave?" / inquired OF the depot
master lie sed dreckly, and went in & sot
down | hadn't more'n fairly squatted afore
a dark lookin man with a swinster expression
onto his countenance entered the cars, and
looki9 very sharp at me, he axed what was
my principles
"Secesll p answered. II am Dissoluter.
Tn in favor of jeff Davis, Bourpgard, Pick
ems, Captain Kidd, Bloolbcard Munro EdardS,
the devil, Mrs. Cunningham, and all the rest
of 'em."
"You're in favor of the war?"
"Certingy. BY all means, Tn in favor of
this war and also of the next war. I've been
in favor OF the next war Tor over sixteen
years p
"War to tue knive - sed the man.
"B.ud, Fargo, bud !" seI l, Tho them
words isn't orggernal with me.) Them words
was rt By Shakespeare, who is ded His
mantle fell onto the author Of "Fhe Seven
Sisters" who's goin TO have a Spring overcoa,
made out OF it,
We got ulider way at larst, am proceeded
on our jpTney at about the rate OF speed which
is gnralIy obsarved by properly conducted
funeral professions. A hansum yung gal,
with a red muSketer bar on the back part OF
her he'd, and sassy little black hat tipt over
her torred, sOt in the seat with me. She wore
a little Sesesh flag pind onto her hat, and she
was goin tor to see her tro0 love, who had
jined the Southern army, all so bold and gay.
So she told me. She was chilly and l Of
fered her my blanket.
Father livin 2" axed
ayes sir"
"Got any Unces? %
"a heap. Uncle Thomas is ded tho"
"Peace to Uncle Thomas's ashes, and sue
cess to him | will be your Uncle Thomas
lie an on me, my pretty Secesher, and linger
in b Bisslul rcpose." She slept as secoorly as
in her own housen. aud didn't disturb the sol
lum stiffness OF the night with 'ary snore,
AT the first station troop oi So'ers entered
the cars and inquired if "Old Wax Works"
was on bored That was the dlsrespectve
ste in which they referred to me. "Becawz
ii old Wax Works is on bored" sez man
with a face like a double brested lobster,
"we're going TO hang old Wax Works p
"My iilustr Gus and patriotic Bummers !"
sez !, a gitin up and takin ort my ShappOo,
All. GU allude TO A. Ward, it's my pleasin