The southern aegis, and Harford County intelligencer. (Bel Air, Md.) 1862-1864, 1862-05-17

emmy more chantz of civilizin Afriky in
that way than there is of maxim rifed
cannon out of a bass wood log. A few
dominys who can't git emmy boldly willin
to hear 'en preach, hev got hold Of it, an
are maxim good thing out of it. AS fur
sendin our niggers there, it'd take all the
shippin of the world, and more money
than Chase could print by steem in a
year" a"Wal," ses Linkin, "whar on
arth kin we send 'em 2" "Now," ses I,
"Kernel, I've got an idee of my own
about that matter. think they are best
off where they are and jest as they are, but
if you must git red of them, I would send
'em all to Massachusetts Peepul who
are SO .anxus to have other folks overrun
with free niggers, ought to be willin to
share sum of the blessins themselves. So
let all that's here in Washington be sent
right off to Boston" eyes, that might
do" ses Linkin, ''but then if they are o.
titled to their freedom, they orter by al
lowed to go where they're mind to-
"But," ses I, "some States won't have
'em at all, an they can't 60 there. So
what's to be done? S oval" SEES Linkin,
"this is a almighty tuff subjeck. l know
sumthin about splittin rails and what hard
work is ginerally, but this niger quest
shun has trubbled me more than emmy
thing l ever got hold of before" oval"
ses ], "Kernel, I can explain the resin
why SEES he, "Let's hear you, Majer."
oval" SEES I, "Kernel, where do you car
ry your pocket book ?" SEES he, "What
on arth has that do with the subjeck Pr
Ses ], "Hold on, you'll see." "Wal," ses
he, 81 alters carry it right there in my
left hand trowsers pocket" SEES I, "didn't
you ever have a hole in that pocket for a
day or two, and had to put your pocket
book in some otherr' SEES he, "Majer, I
heve." SEES I, "what did you do with it
then?' oval" ses he, az put it in my
right hand pocket, but it kinder chafed
my leg there, cause it warn't used to it,
and it also felt mighty onhandy. So 1
put it in my side coat pocket, but every
time | stopped over it would drop out
Then [ put it in my coat tail pocket, but I
was kept all the time on the qui viuers,
afeard some pickpocket would steal it
At last, in order to make it safe and sure,
[ put it in the top Of my hat, under sum
papers, but the hat was too top heavy, and
over it went, spilling everything. I tell
you, [ was glad when my pocket was fix
ed, and l got it back in the old spot"
Now ses I, Kernel, that's jest the
case with the niggers. The minnit you
git them out Of ther place, you don't know
what on erth to do with 'em Now, we've
bin here all the evenin searchin over the
map to see eff we cant find sum place to
send 'em But it's all no manner Of use.
You've got to do with 'em jest as you did
with your pocket book-put 'em where
they belong an then you won't have emmy
more trubbil."
Linkin didn't see eggsactly how I was
gwin to apply the story, and wen he did,
he looked kinder struck up. Wen he saw
tibet he'd made hit at him, / follered it
up. SEES I, Kernel, this government amt
out Of order, as Seward and Chase kon.
tend. They are only tryin to run it the
rong aody-that's what makes all the trub-
bill. / once had thrashin machine, an I
sold it to old Jim Dumbutter, an after be
got it he sed it warn't good for nuthin--
thatit wouldn't run, &c. So went over
to see it, an I VOW if he didn't have the
machine all rong end foremost I went
to work at it, and after a leetle vile 1t went
off like grees, jist as slick as whistle
You see old Dumbutter didn't understand
the machine, an therefore he couldn't
make it go. Now ses I, Kernel, our
Constitushin is Dimmycratic machine,
an it's got to be run as o Dimmycratic
machine, or it won't run at al! Now,
you see, Seward is tryin to run it on his
higher law principle, but it warn't made
for that, and the conscience is, the thing
is pretty nigh smashed up 'ss
WALL SEES Linkin, things do look kin
der dark. / don't know whar We will
come out; but I guess I'll issue proclama-
shin for the ministers to pray for us
Perhaps they win do sum good. SEES I,
| sKernel, that reminds me Of old Elder
Doolittle, who cum along the road one day
rite by whar old Sol Hopkins, a very wick
led old sinner, was hoein corn. The sea-
son was late, an the corn was nifty slim.
SEES the der:-sMr. Hopkins, your corn
1 is not very forard this year No, it's
monstrous poor SEES Hopkins, san / guess
/ / shan't have half a crop, Wal, SEES the
Elder, Mister Hopkins, you ought tol
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