The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-08-22

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kerchiefs more Justify. And |, not wish
ing to be behindhand in the enthusiasm,
pulled out my Handkerchief, and swung
it, crying at the top of my lungs:
eyes, he comes, he comes !! Hurrah !''
"What martial air." exclaimed an
ancient female. surveying me through her
glasses, she resembles the Duke of We'll
llngtou."
81 wonder if he's married ?" said a
rory checked girl in cloud of yellow
curIs and pink ribbons.
mo, my darling" said I, "but want
to be-"
'.Such costume |" said the ancient
female. 'Arny blue, and such an orig.
inal cut to the he-the-coVeriugs of the
lower extremities." ;"
"Lordy massy % exclaimed an old lady
in poke bonnet, fixing her eye on my
suspenders which hung in front, "do you
see his shoulder straps. I've hecrd our
David tell sight about them things"
"Yes, but they look an amazing lot
like Jerry's gallersers !" whispered anoth-
er old lady, to whom tie remark was ad'
dressed.
"Sir," said a sallow faced gentleman,
advancing to my side, 81 wish to mention
to you something which have heard
said of you. l deem il my duty as pas
tor of the PineVille meeting house, to
rebuke sin always. I have heard it re-
marked that you are profane among the
soldiers"
~ do not comprehend you" said I.
"Ah, then / will be clearer. [ have
heard that you are addicted to the habit
of using profane language, and | beg
leave to present to you tLis tract on the
Sin of Profanity, hoping you will peruse
i it, end profit by it"
"Thank you," said I, "you mean well,
doubtless, but 1 must say don't axactly
see the point"
"Whas is yubr opinion of Sherman ?"
asked brusque little dandy, swinging
his rattan, and removing his cigar from
his mouth long enough to ask the
question.
"Sherman's trump p said I with
enthusiasm.
"Ah me-" said my tract distributing
friend, "he plays cards as well as swears."
"What do you think of the negro race"
asked dark complexioned man.
81 think they smell stronger than the
deuce" cried l, beginning to lose my
patience
"Merciful heaven" exclaimed the
sallow faced man, she is pro slavery"
"Sir, said the landlord-who had been
in earnest conversation with half dozen
ladies for the last FIVE minutes-"these
ere women folks won't be satisfied with
out kissin We They want to have it
said they have kissed Sherry dan"
| blushed up to the roots of my hair.
'Law, how modest he is," said one of
my feminine friends. "He's as red as
our turkey gobbler."
The prospect of being kissed by SOME
of those pretty girls was decidedly agree
able-I felt delicious over it-but those
vinegar visaged old women. / shrunk
from the ordeal. But I am naturally a
gallant man, and rejecting that 1 could
wash my face abundantly-I consented.
"Come one, come all r. said /.
They obeyed They flung their plump
arms around my neck, and surrounded
me on every hand: felt like picked
sardine smelt musk, onions, patchouly,
snuff, jockey club, hard cider, cologne,
doughDuts, boiled mutton, cinnamon,
mustard seed, cardamonds, buns and
every other odor under the sun.
kissing is a grand invention, but there
is some choice in il, think.
At last they had all kissed me but one,
and she was standing apart making prep
srations I noticed her with mighty
trembling. She was ugly as an ogre, and
the look of dogged determination on her
wizened face convinced me that I need
hope nothing from her mercy.
81 never could taste ything With my
teeth in r she exclaimed in an under
tone, and Instantly out cane full set of
teeth, and she rushed towards me l
grew giddy with the prospect, and turn.
ing | fed before her, like the billow be.
fore hurricane.
] had no thought for the figure I cut
my only object tsas to get out of reach.
Through the entry-down fight of
back stairs, knocking over the hostler
and the cook, who were giggliug together
on the stepa-throush the yard, where |
left the greatest part of my coat tail in
the possession of covetous dog--and
over fence into the open country. And
all the time could hear the steps Of my
pursuer close behind me.
"You may rum" she cried. "but /
will catch ye. It shan't be said all the
wimnen in Pineville kissed Gen. Sheri.
dan but me. I'll do it or die"
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