The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1863-01-06

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es on your continent, said Biddulph
Some / like better than others !
Don't be too harsh on US malcontent:
for the sin of slavery. 1t is an ancestra
taint. We shall burn it out before many
decades.
You had better, or 1t yil set your oa0r
house on freP [1859-6ol
1t was late as we walked along the
streets, channels of fever and ague now
frozen up for the winter. We saw q
light through shop door, and hammer
ed stoutly for admission.
A clerk, long haired and frouzy, op-
ened ungraciousiy
In the back shop were three men, also
long haired and frouzy, dealing cards
and drinking dark compost from tum-
blers.
Port yi,ae,' whispered Brent. Fine
old London Dock Port is the favorite
beverage when the editor, the lawyer,
the apothecary, and the merchant meet
to play euchre in Missouri
We bought our files from the surly
clerk, and made for the calaboose. 1t
was stout log structure, with grated
windows. AT one of these, by the low
moonlight, we saw negro. 1t was cold
and late. Nobody was near. We bail
ed the man.
Ham
That's me, massa.'
You're sold TO Murker, to 60 South
tomorrow. Ii you want to get free,
catch y
Brent tossed him up the files.
Catch again. said Biddulph, and up
went rafting purse. England's sub
sidy.
Hams white teeth and .genteel man
ners appeared at once. He grinned, and
whispered thanks.
is that all we can do p asked the
baronet, IS we walked off.
Yes, said Brent, taking nasal tone.
Hams poplar niger, one er yer
raal ambishus sort, He kin cut har, fry
beefsteak, and play on the fiddle ike
L. Il ~,
a team, do little jiner work, and make
stompers Yes, Bidlulph, trust him to
knaw himself free with that Connecticut
rat TAIL.
Ham against Japhet, | hope he'll
win
Now said Brent, that we've put in
action Christ's Golden Rule, Jefferson 3
Declaration of Independence, and All
the wisdom's Preamble-to the Consttu-
ton, we can sleep the sleep of we'll doers,
if we have two man stealers-and one
the brother of a murderer-only paper
ed off from US.
The following morning they resumed
their journey.
The day, after the crisp frostness OF
its beginning, was a belated day of In
dian summer mild as the golden morn.
ings of that calm, luxurious time. We
stopped 10 noon in a sunny spot OF open
pasture near a wide, muddy slough o.
the Missouri. This reservoir for the
brewage of shades for Pixies had been re
filed in some autumn rise of the river
and lay great siagnant lake along The
roadside mile or so long, two hundred
yards broad.
We camped by fallen cotton wood
near the slough. The atmosphere was
hopeful. We picnicked merrily, mer
and beasts. Three gentleman at once,
over chicken, soon dissipated this ant
its trimmings. We lighted the tran
quill calumet, and lounged, watching
our horses at their corn.
Presently we began to fancy We heard
then 10 think we heard, at last to be sur,
we heard, the baying of hounds through
the mild, golden air.
Tally ho,' cried Biddulph. what |
day for a fox hunt This haze will
make the scent lie almost as we'll as th,
clouds.
Music music = cried he again
spr;nging up, as the sound, increasing
rose and fell along the peaceful air tha
lay on the earth so lovingly.
Music, II il were in merrie England
where the hunt are gentlemen. A ours
cd uproar here, where the hunters ar
men stealers, said Brent.
No. said Biddulph. Those are ia
bles of the old barbarous days of th
Maroons. l can't believe in dogs afte
men until | see it,
I'm AFRAID It's our friend Ham the
are after. This would be his line of es
cape
At the word, q rustling in The bushe
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