Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-03-10

circle around the fiery funnel; FOR The air Is
cool, and we are all afraid Of the bone fever.
Every man but myself and maa With an iron
stirrup, bad his legs raised several degrees
higher than his head, resting on the top ran Of
a vacant chair. have tried this, but ] can't
DO it, and not being able to do It, deny the
pleasure, as well as the convenience OF i.
Several are cutting plugs, and my friend
Col. Isaiah Butts Is telling quaint story OF
the ruuchnees Of Arkansas life a few years
ago. As it bears upon the question q the
civilization Of the cotton country, will tell It
rs Il was told to me.
"a dangerous cutting scrape," Col. Isaiah
Butts called it, as be shifted his plug, and,
rocking himself on bis chair, thus 10 as poured
/ forth his winged werds.
at was at Napoleon, the point where The
! Arkansas empties itseH into the Mississippi !;
/ had gone there about some cotton, and find
/ ing The overseer had gone up The river looking
after spainter,' bad to wait about in Nspo-
/ leon, whict even now isn't much, and then,
was isdeed a rowdy place Yes, sir, il t1as
! that turned down three Streets went on
/ the colonel, "snd as there was a goRging
l match going oa in every street, I thOught il
wise 70 make tracks for the hotel. Wall,
hadn't sat there ten minutes sucking at q
] hrandF-cobbler, when who should come in but
! Horato Scroggs and John Pike, two Of the
"Scroggs he begins telling lie (seeing me a
strangely about a brother Of bis on the river
who was 80 addicted to goaging, that be used
I to drv an the eyes he could get and keep them
] for show in his waistcoat pocket. Then, up
I comes Pike, AMI winking at Scroggs, tells a
bigger lie still, about neighbours son Of bis
rising twelve, who bad Just gouged big lad
/ Of sixteen who bad shot at him abo1t quar-
rel at tsn-pius.
"Suddenly The liquor seemed to heat scroggs,
! for he said to Pike, Do you still carry that
/ foot-long toothpick Of yours that you mur-
! dered the German with, at the caucus meeting
at Viclshurg?'
s''Yes,' answers Pike, fierce as a game
/ cock YES, and tall fve-shooteT, zoo, for all
/ internal Niger worshlpeTs.'
go How's your stomach for hghtin' now,
| then p says ScregEs.
"' Peart,' says Pike.
90 Heard you say you'd bleed me next time
We metz says Scroggs.
90 That's me- says Pike.
" The two bewiekniVes, bread and bright,
I flashed forth at The same moment.
wall, tell you, gentlemen, the fellows
I bad carved each other bristly for ten or twelve
minutes, when one OF Scrogg's eyes, getting a
/ little loose in the socket, and one Of bis ears
! being shaved of, and Pixies abdomen being
I several times Bunctured, it suddenly occurred
. =
! they had both had enough Of it.
"' Why what's all this, misterp says / to
| the landlord.
"fOh it's Of no account, stranger says the
I landlord to me-a fellow be was, weighing
about two hundred and fifty pounds, and with
q face like an Illinoy barn doOr-tain't nothiR'
Jet the boys enjoy 'emselves. Hist In little
pizsn, stranger-and be set a black bottle aid
a yellow bowl Of black sugar before me. j
needn't say that didn't wait for The ovsrseeT,
but left By the first boat that landed at Napo-
leon. I had had enough Of roughing il in Ar
Kansas
Just as the laughter following the ColoBe's
story was dying out in distant csckles-for all
the negro walters were laughing, and so were
two newlv-purchassd slaves, going home to
their new plantation, and who used to sit all
day, like chickens with the pip, on two sd-
joining cotton bales-we sighted Bolivar land
ing.
Now as this landing viii stand for Bayou Ia
Fourche, or any other landing above or below
it, ] will describe il at full length. Innumera-
bic bends and "cuts of f" we have passed this
morning already, and we are now going to stop
for half an hour at Bolivar landing, and take
in Mr. Chicard's cotton bales and some hun
dred truckfuls Of resinOus pine knots for our
furnace fires. Patience I must have, tiresome
as the delay is, for the boat will stop at four
or FIVE other landings to-day, aud so il will to-
morrow, and indeed every day, till we reach
the great emporium Of cotton-New Orleans.