East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1861-04-04
Artemas Ward takes a Trip ON the Polly

Artemas Ward takes a Trip ON the Polly
Ann.
In overhaulin' one of my old trunks
the tother day, l fonnd the follerin jer-
nal of a wage on the staunch csnawl
bote Polly Ann, which happened to the
subscriber when was young man, lin
the Brite Lexington of youth, when thar
aint no sich word as fale) on the Wabash
Csnawl:
| Monday 2 p. N.Y. Got under wa. Hoses
not remarkable frislsy at fust. Had 80
bid fires under 'em before they'd start.
Started at last very suddint, causin the
bote to lurch very vilently and knockin
me orf from my pins. (Saler frasc.) Sew
raj passengers on bored. Parst threu de-
liteful country. Honist farmers was to
work sowin korn s. other produce in the
fields. Surblime scenery. Large red he'd
ed gal reclinin on the banks of the Can
awl, bathin her feet.
Turned in at 15 minits parst eleving.
Toosdy-Riz at 5 an went up on deck,
took grown persons dose of licker with
member of the Injanny legislature,
which he urbanely insisted on allowin mo
to pa for. Bote tearin threu the briny
waters at the rate of Nots hour, when
the boy on the leadin hoss shoutid. a.
"Sale hoe !"
"Whar away ?" hollered the captain,
clearing his glass IA empty black bottle,
with the bottom knoct ouD and bringing
it to his Eagle eye.
'"Bout foer rods to the stabud," scream
ed the boy.
"Jes So" screeched the capting.
"What vessels that air?"
"The Kickin Warier of Terry Hawt,
and be darned to your"
81 / Sir?" hollered our captain. "iecf
your aft hoss, splice your main jib-boom,
and hail your chaimbermaid! What's up
in Terry Hawt?"
"You know Bill Spikes ?"sc the cap
ting of the Warier. ll 700
"Wall / recllin. He kin eat more fried
pork nor any man of his heft on the Wa
BASH He's an ornament to his sexV'
avail" continued tho capting Of the
Kickin Warier, What do you think Of
that as he parst long black bottle over
to our capting.
"The country is indeed in danger"
sed our cspting, risin the bottle to his
lips.
The vessels parted. No other Incl
dent that day. Retired to my chased
couch at 5 minits parst 10.
(Wensday.) Riz arly. Wind blowing
n. w. e. Hevy sea on and ship rollin
wildly in consekcnts of peppur-corns hav-
= s-.v-..~sS s~--'---s -
"Heave twol" roared the capting to the
man at the rudder. as the Polly give
friteful toss, was sick, and sorry I'd
cum. eHeave two!" repeated the cap
ting, I went below. "Heave twov' L
hearn him holler again, and stickin my
he'd out of the cabin winder, Ihec.
The hosses becum dosile eventooally,
an felt better. The sun bust out in all
his splender, disregardlcss Of expense,
and lively nature put in her best licks.
We parst the beautiful village of Limy
which lookt sweet indeed with lis neat
white cottages. Instittoots of lcarnin and
other evidences of civilization, incloodin
a party of bald heded cullered men who
was card monty on the stoop of the red
eagle tavern. All, all was food for my
poetic sole. l went below to breakfast,
but vittles had lost their charms "Take
sum of this" said the capting, shown
bottle lords my plate. "lts whiskey' y
few quarts alters sets me right when my
stummick gifts out Of order. It's excel
lent Tonic!" declined the seductive
hooid.
Thursday Didn't rest well last night
on account of an uproar made 10y the cap
ting who stopted his Bote to go ashore
and smash in the windows of a grocery.
He was brought back in about an hour,
with his head done up in handkerchief,
his eyes being swelled up orful, and his
nose very much out joint. He was
brought aboard OIL shutter by his cruc,
and deposited on the cabin focr, the pas
seniers all risin up in their births, pushn
the red curtains aside 81 lookin out to see
what the matter was.
"Why do you allow you pashuns to
run away with you in this onseemly stile,
my misguided friend?" sed solum look
in man in flannel mite cap. "Why do
you sink yourself to the Beasts of the
field?"
"Wall, the fack u, SAID the capting,
risin hisself on the shutter, "Pvc he'd
little prejoodiced again that grosery for
sum time. Bnt l made it lively for the
boys, Deacon! Bet yer lifen' He larfed
short, wild lsrf, and colled for jng.-
Sippin few pints, he smiled gently upon
the passengers, scd "Bless you! bless youp
and feel into a sweet sleep.
Eventooally we reached our jerny's
end This was in the days Of Old Long
Sing, bel the iron hoss was foalded.-
This was bel stesmbotes was goin round
Dustin their biers Il sendin people higher
nor kite. Them was happy days when
the psple was intelligent 4 wax fggcrs
e. livin wild beests wasn't scofled at.
30 dase Of me boyhood
| Pin dreamin ye now!'