Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-06-18
NUMBER %.

according to some superstitious notion that was
ground into me in infancy, led me to believe that
old pard and lady were making some remarks
about that dust on my face.
On that evening we met the first instalment
of red petticoats and low-quartered shoes
Whether they Wintered at Salt Lake Honey Lake
or that birthstone lake you read Of the deponent
no sdoe the old woman, however, looked as if
she had been struck over the head with the SCOT
bag AS this interesting family was a fair spec
linen OF the bowling wilderness will describe
them The old man was pie-ous cuss min
lister. probably-the one that preached from the
following text: Two women shall be grinding
in the field. One shall be tickled, the other
laugh All his cry was Tobacco Said he
had no money but Lincoln-green, and powerful
little at that. Reb pulled some medicated black
strap on him, which he said according to his
weak way of thinking was mighty good
There was an old maid of 40 Summers along
who had at no very recent date suffered with
continent smallpox and the most of it had fl
into her face and made her look wretched Her
mouth resembled trap-door to a butcher shop
Gbully for hash bet you like old
WORKOUT thimble, and a face like plum-duf
with the plums picked out. And as the femi-
nine portion of them, minus the hoops, stood
leaning against the wagon, they reminded me of
just so many collapsed umbrellas after thunder
shower. | asked them but few questions, as |
kicked by Bean-poker's mule.
There was something about that mule that
did not rightly understand. He was in good or
der, good size, and had the latest style of Red
Bluff roach and when travelling, was bedizened
with all kinds of mule shoddy but there must
be something almighty black at heart with him,
when he backs up and kicks you, about the time
you are stalking him out to good grass. Now
don't pretend to be more courageous than any
of my fellow creatures Of the same calibre-but
if that mule kicks me again, down comes his
political fodder-stack, sure / American stock,
with cayuse principles, spect.
Reb is in q stew to-day told him there was
soldiers station on Smoke Greek, and had no
doubt but some of those agents of Unrelenting
Destiny would make him take the oath. Says
he will go back first. He probably has over
heard our Douglas City Captain administer the
oath to US high privates at some time or other.
He used to make us swear to support Uncle Sam,
Uncle Abe, Aunt Jemima, our Russian brother
in-law, Young America, and dam, to last and
least reation--the ceremonies ending most gen
| orally with lager beer tor all hands He was my
King of Captain bet you
With my visit to KNOXVILLE in the prospective,
let me engage your services. AS the authorities
may ask me to heave in sight some visible means
of support, would like you to secure me two
well-dehned feet in some wild pussy, neatly en-
cased in Balmoral stockings-provided the heel
extensions don't crop out over four FIVE
inches-and charge the same to my account
And furthermore, will you stand a little cate
chism How's your whisky Has it age,
strength, and endurance? And, | might add,
was John Browns knapsack badly strapped?
must close, wishing the Register the greatest of
success, at the time hoping there may be
no undue excitement in soap stock-as | shall
want to take a wash, after have been in two or
three weeks and get rested.
! Liberty, Abe, and the Humboldt mines, for
ever Nary mule. JAcINTo.