The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1862-03-22

By The following amusing account Of
the last appearance of the redoubtable Geo.
N. Sanders and the Provisional Govern
ment of Kentucky is from the Louisville
Democrat, said by that paper to be derived,
as to fun and facts, from VIM. a. Polk, of
Tennessee:
GEoRGE N. SANDERS, VIM. Fl. Polk, OF
TENNESSEE, AND THE PROVISIONAL GovERE-
MENT OF KENTUCKY There is no one bet
ter known in the country as a scholar, poll
tician, and wit, than VIM. H. Polk, of Ten
nessee. He has a plantation some forty
milep from Nashville, lives comfortably, and
is, with all, a resolute man in his opinions.
Harris, who has mysteriously disappeared,
and was voted for by the co-operstionists
in the election for Governor of that State.
About a month ago notice came 10 him
that he must leave the State-a notice
which, however, he did not obey. His de-
scription of the terror of the rebels on the
taking of Nashville, is said to be supremely
rich. Among other incidents, is one of pc
euliar interest to US Kentnckians, concern
ing the fate of the late Provisional Govern
ment.
Colonel Polk, few days before the ar
rival of our army at Nashville, and in
deed, before be heard of the fall of Fort
Donelson, in going down the road from his
farm, discovered faf, ragged, bushy-head-
ed, tangled mOustached,. dilapidated look
ing creature (something like an Italian or
gsn-grinder in disLress), so disguised in
mud as to be scarcely recognizable. What
was his surprise on nearer approach to see
that it was the redoubtable George N. San
ders.
George had met the enemy, and he was
theirs-not in person, but in feeling. His
heart was lost, his breeches were ragged,
and his boots showed a set of fat, gouty
toes protruding from them. The better
part of him was gone, and gone good dis
tRnce.
"In the name of God, George, is that
you 2" said the Congressman.
"Mel" said the immortal George, 81
wish it wasn't; I wish l was anything but
me. But what is the news here-is there
any one running2 They are all running
back there" pointing over his shoulder with
bis thumb
"No," said Mr.. Polk; " moi, that know
of You needn't mind pulling up the seat
of your pantaloons. I'm not noticing.
What in the hi are you doing here, look
ing like muddy Lazarus in the painted
cloth 2"
"Bill," said George to the Tennesseean,
confdentially, and his tone would have
| moved heart of stone, " Bill, you always
was a friend of mine. / knowed you a
long while ago, and honored you-cuss me
if didn't. 1 said you was man bound
to rise. | told Jimmy Polk so; me and
Jimmy was familiar friends. intended to
get up a biographical notice of you in the
Democratic Review, but that damned Cory
stopped it. I'm glad to see you; I'll swear
I am
"Of course old fellow" said the charita-
BILE Tennesseean, more in pity of his tones
than even of the hattering eloquence, but
what is the matter z"
Matter said George. the id Lin
coInites have seized Bowling Green, Fort
Donelson, and have, by this time, taken
Nashville. Why" continued he, in burst
of confidence, When l left, hacks was
worth hundred dollarsan hour, and, Polk,
lin whisper) didn't have id cent. .
The touching pathos of this last remark
was added to by the sincere vehemence with
which it was uttered, and the mute elo-
ouence with which be lifted up ragged
Zap in the rear of his person that some
envious rail or briar had torn from its posi-
ton of covering a glorious retreat
"Not id cent" repeated be, and
Polk, | walked that hard-hearted town uE
and down, all day, with bomb shells drop
ping on the street at every lamp post-Pl
swear did trying TO borrow some money
and, Polk, do you think there wasn't 8
scoundrel there would lend me. anything, no
even, Harris, and he got the money out oi
the banks, too2'
"Nor' said Polk, who dropped in
word occasionally as sort of encourager
"Bill," repeated Sanders, Bill, SAT-
you was friend of mine-and talente'
man-always said so, Bill didn't have
red, and I've walked forty-hve miles in To
last day by the milestone, and haven't na
anything to buy a bit to cal" ne adde
> with impassioned eloquence, whats