The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1863-04-16

20, its too bad-boo hoo. .oo.o."
Yes, it WAS muchly = bad-an more
too. A woman's tears brings tho under.
sind, and fer the time bein I was rebel
'ympathiser.
"Enuy fathers" l arskt.
"Only one. But he's ded. Mother
went over to SEQ Unkle Reub."
"Was John putty good brother"
"Yes, John was, . 40 kind. His was
the only bosom had to repose these
weary he'd onto"
pitied the maid, an hiuted that she
hight repose her weary he'd on my Shirt
front an She reposed. An | was her
Brother John for while, as it were.
Ere We parted, l erskt for draught ov
water to squeuch me thirst, an the dam.
sel trip'd e.yIy out Of the door to procure
it. As she was gone considerable pc
riod, l lookt out the winder an saw her
hoppin briskIy 4th accompanied by ?
secesh cusses, who war armed to the
teeth. l begin smell as many as ,
mouses. The "putty dear" had discov.
cred wSs Yankee, and was goin to have
me tooken prisoner. I frustrated her
plans few leapt out the back winder
as quick as Prestidiguretaterandich, on
when she entered the domisil she found
"brother John" none ester (Which is latin
or sumthin,) an BEL had proceeded
much, I found me Time. repeater none
ester. too. The fare maid, who was
Floyd's Nece, had hookt it while reposin
on me weskit. 1t was hunky watch
. family hair loom, an l woodn't have
parted with It fer dollar 4 sixty nine
cents (l,69)
Ia doc corse Of mail arrove in Rich
mon. unfolded me mission, an was
ushered into J. Davis's orgust presents.
He'd jist returned from hisspeechifying
tower.
"Tap us your Aipper," ole Covy," ser
l, ad lressiu him in tho F.F. V. V.'sapprovd
dierlcct.
! "Make known your bizucss,' Sc. he.
"rm gittin up q proclamation for the
determination ov the hcle Yankee nation,
An l airn't got much leisure for emmy
other ockupstion."
Il come," sez l, "on = mission ov peas
Your Coppsrheded friends in the North
will soon cease to exist, ef things csrnt
be arranged to prohibit the Unionistsr.
from tearin tho Constitoosh."
"Whas terms do you offer?" querisd
JEFF.
"Wsll," SEE l, II air instructed by the
Copperheads (Wood, Stiles & Co., you
know propos ennything which will
most disgrase the North. You kin take
your niggers all over creation, incloodin
Jarsey."
"Wood that be constitootional7" arskt
J. D, with . sly twinkle ov his eye.
go, see /, "its . matter ov no di1rents
how much you chaps brake that artikle
to sever the Union, SO the Republicans
air stopt from doin the same to keep scd
Union together. That's what your nuth-
rem chums warnt to see dun"
"Wal," sez the Confed. Pres, "if your
Gov'ment will lot US secesh, 60 an pay all
our debts, an give US Brute Butler to
hang, We might cum to terms.'
"Is thar noshin else you Good wish!"
oval, yes-give Us all the territories !"
"Nothin slse?'
"Throw in 2 or 8 free States-New
York, Penua. an Massachusetts,, furin-
stuns."
"Nothin slse?"
"You night mcleod ole Linkon's he'd"
"Carn't you think of nothin else?'
"Yes-in footer We must have all We
arsk"
~. Davis" sez l, II hev no doubt
your friends in the North would make all
these concessions, an more too; but it has
lust occurred to me that thar was nothin
sed to Old Abe about it bel l left Wash.
ington. Shoodn't wonder eff he'd object
to the plan some. But your democrat
friends air doiu all they kin fer you"
IL know" sez j. D.; "an that's what
keeps our spirits up. We air watin for
'em to git US all We arsk. And yet US
Shivilry consider 'em the contemptible.t
set of dirt eaten towards in the NORTH
We could buy EN- all for Confed shin
plaster"
Those was my opinion 2.
JEFF. arskt me to stop an take T with
him, an l kindly stopd. If secesh
President don't get enuythiDg better fer
the stummick's sake, as Saint SOMEBODY
says, than was on that table, then may A.
W., Jr., bs preserved from sich fate.
The Meat was n,ov,n site.
"P'raps you've eaten better pork than
this, but it's the best L ve got," sez JEFF.
eyes" ser l, "that's putty mean Ham,
but I've seen thunderin site meaner in
Washington"
"Whst kinds that?" he demanded.
"Vallandig-ham!'
. Arfter supper scottish. lookin chap en-
terd, who staggerd up to jeff, throwd up
his hat, an shoutid:
Smother vic hic-tory! Wash 'nton tak'n
prism Old Abe Greely csptur'd-hic!
Horace Linkou badly killd! 40 George B.
McDuruside s'r'nd'rd!-hio!"
That cuss Was old John Letcher, in his
famuss roll ov the Drunkard! John on
ly gifts tight once . year, which 10 on