The Shasta courier., 1861-01-12
NUMBER 45.
The Buxxard.


slight alteration from Poes Raven" was pub.
llshed some msnihs since in the Lancaster fPa .
Inquirer Since the miserable. weak Ola man
now, uuhapliy, President. stra als trembling
with imbecie fear the storm hi, oun scsime
and foliies' has raised, and iise a Nsoied. be
sotied priest Of the dark ages cries 70 il.s peo.
pie to pray themselves free ffom il,s,, cai.,u j.
ties, the Barnard" will apply with a. ,u-fcas-
ed appropriateness and significance Rss,t a.
Once $50 the story ran ON poadrrcd i'rssia ,nt
Buchanan oyes MANY weak anI narrow mir,
deed OF days before. Whilst ne nodded nearir
mapping, suddenly there came a tapping. II
some one gentiy rapPing-rapping az his cham.
Der door Iis some applicant, he mgticred,
VINO wants hiS bread toast buitereI-oaiy this
and nothing more" But the silken sal ancer-
tain rusting of each dauiass cur ain ,hrs;cd
him, filled him with fantastic horrors, often felt
before so that now, 10 stop the beating of his
heart, he sat repeating. :. lis some applicant
entreating entrance at my chamber door-this
it is, and nothing moren
Presently his soul grew stronger hesitatns
then no longer--" Sir said he :" beg YOUR
pardon-yoar forgiveness mpore but the fact
IS | was mapping some policy for trapping
TINS Douglas who is saPping all our energy and
store; and scarce was sure | heard you
Here be opened wide the door, Deep into the
| darkness peering, long he stood there trembling,
fearing, doubling dreaming dreams no Presi-
dent did ever dream before. But the silence
was unbroken, aud the stiffness gave no token,
and the only thing there spoken was the whs-
| pered words, "All o'erI' This he whispered,
| and an echo murmured {. Baltmore"-only this
and nothing more
| Back into his chamber turning, all his soul
within him burning, soon again he heard tap-
ping, somewhat louder than before. "Surely,f
SAID he, "sarely that is something ut my window
slats-iet me see if it is the rats or the mystery
explore; It's the wind and nothing moren Open,
then, he flung the shutter, when with many d
airt and futter, in there stepped an ugly buzz
zard OF the sinful days of yore. A low obeisance
made he; not minute stopped or stayed he,
but with mein Of lord or lady perched upon
1 bust of Dallas, just above his chamber door
perched and sat and-nothing mere. And the
/ buzzard, sitting lonely on that plaster-bust,
spoke only that one word as if his soul in that
word he did out pour. Nothing further then he
uttered, not a feather then he futtered, till Bu-
chanan, signing, muttered, "other schemes
were dashed before honest Abe will now be
beaten as he even before" Then the bird
said Baltimore
Startled at the stiffness broken by reply so
aptly spoken, - Doubtless said he, 4" what it
utters is its only stock and store caught by
some unhappy fancy with Strange signitican-
cy-or caught, perhaps, from Yancey-till his
songs one burden bore, the dirges of whose
hopes that melancholy burden bore, OF Balti.
more"
Buchanan sat guessing, but no syllable ex-
pressing TO the fowl whose fiery eyes row burn
ed into his bosom's core, bu, he sat and rock
ed, divining with his stiff neck then reclining
on the cushions velvet lining that the gas-light
gloated DER, viewing crookedly the lining with
the gas-light gioating o'erl be shall press, ah |
nevermore. Then he thought the air grew
thicker, and he ordered up some liquor brought
by lacqueys whose soft footballs scarcely touch
ed the Brussels floor. "Coud not" he cried,
'my plant tools break down this bold, defiant;
unyelding little giant, whom the pebes all
most adore ?" Quoth the bnzzard-" Nary
time" Prophet prophet" said he, g what a
fate, with many a pletter, that I've failed to
crash this Squatter and pierce him to the core.
lis beyond my comprehension, that this ours d
non intervention should win at the convention
held in Baltimore-the convention ofthe people
that was held in Baltimore" The buzzard
echoed "a Baltimore" "Prophet," said he,
g thing of evil I'll send Douglas to the devil
the Charon's steam-power ferry en- the dread
Plutonian shore, though bring to utter ruin
yon fabric of the Union, so there'll be no more
VI tiit SUITES iOTeNeT iHOief uutf IS
there balm in Gilead for me, ! must implore?'
Quolh the buzzard-s' Never more.n
e Be that our sign of parting" shrieked the
President upstartiug. Since 1t seems that
nothing can my character restore, leave black
plume as token of the sorrow you have spo-
ken-leave my bitterness unbroken-quit the
bust above NY door-takc your bill from out
my heart, and take your form from of my door. +"
Quoth the buzzard - Baltimore"
And the buzzard, never fitting. still is sitting,
still is sitting, the plaster bust of Dallas, just
above the chamber door; and his eyes have all
the seeming OF demons that is dreaming, and
the gas light o'er him streaming, throws his
shadow DER the floor; and his soul from out
that shadow that is floating on the floor mut-
/ tiers, {" Baltimore