The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1865-11-10

monkey ShoW--noVer had a pocket
knife nor piece of chese, nor reesin.
So it goes, Artemns, and to my mind
/. if the whole thing was stewed down,
it would make about haff pint of
huInbug. We had good men, great
men, christian men, who thought we
was right, and many of EN- have gone
to the undiscovered country, and have
got pardon as is pardon. When /
die, Pm nifty willin to risk myself un-
der the shadow of their wings, wheth-
er the climate be hot or cold. So mote
| it be. Selah! @
| Well, may be I've sed enuf. But /
don't feel easy yit. I'm good union
man, certin and shure. I've had my
breeches died blue, and I've got blue
bucket, and very often feel blue, and
about twice in while go to the dog
| gerry and git blue, and then i look up
at the blue serulean heavens and sing
the melankolly choryus of the Blue
tailed Fly. Pm doing my durndest to
harmonic, and think / could succeed
if it wasent for some things. When l
see a black-guard goin around the
streets with gun on his shoulder, why
right then, for few minutes, / hate
the whole Yanky nation. Jerusalem,
how my blood biles. The institution
what was handed down to us by the
| heavenly kingdom of Massachusetts
now put over us with powder and ball.
harmonic the devili Amt we human
beings? Aint we got eyes and ears and
feelin and thinkin? Why the whole of
Afriky has come to town, women and
children and babies and baboons and all.
a man can tell how fur it is to the city
| by the smell better than the mile post.
They won't work for us and they went
work for themselves, and they'll perish
to death this winter as sure as the devil
is a hog, so called. They are now bas-
| kin in the summers sun ivin on roast
in ears and freedom, with nary idee
that winter will cum agin, or that cas-
tor Oil and salts costs money. Sum of
'em, 100 years old, are whinin around
| about goin to kawlidge. The truth is,
my friend, somebody's badly fooled
about this bizness. Somebody's draw'd
the elefant in the lottery, and don't
know what to do with him. He's list
THROWN his snout about loose, and by
and by he'll hurt somebody. These
niggerS will have to go back to the
plantations and work. l amt agoin to
support nary one Of 'em, and when you
hear anybody say so, you tell 'em it's
lie, SO called. | golly, | haint got
nuthin to supportmyself on. We fout
ourselves out of everything exceptin
children and land, and suppose the
| land are to be turned over to the Mig
gers for grave yards.
| Well, my friend, / don't want much.
| aint ambitious as / used to was. You
all have got your shows and monkeys
and sirkusses and brass bands and or
gins, and can play on the PETROLEUM
and the harp of a thousand strings. and
so on; but pve got only one fs,vr 90
ask Of you. want enuf powder to kill
big yaller stump tail dog that prOwls
around my premises, at night Pom
| honor, won't shoot at any thing blue
or black or 0rmulatter. VIII you send it?
| Are you and your folks so skeered of
me and my folks that you won't let us
have any amynishin? Are the squirrels
and crows and black rakoons to eat up
our poor little corn patches? Are the
wild turkeys to gobbIe all around Us
with impunity? If amad dog takes the
hyderfoby is the whole community to
run itself to death to get out of the
way? | golly! 1t looks like your pepul
had all TUX the rebelfoby for good, and
was never gwine to git over it. See
here, my friend, you must send me
little powder and ticket to the show,
and you and me will harnonize sertin.
| With these few remarks | think feel
better, and hope haint made nobody
| fitin mad, for Pm not on that line at
| this time. lam tr0oly your friend-aIl
present or accounted for,
BILL ARP, so called.
| p. S. Old man Harris wanted to buy
my fiddle the other day with Confedrik
money. Hesed it would be good agin.
| He says that Jim Funderbuk told him,
that Warren's Jack sed man who had
jest cum from Virginny, and he sed
man who told his cousin Mandy that
Lee had whipped 'em agin. Old Har-
ris says that a feller by the name of
Mack c. Million is cumin over with
million of men. But nevertheless, not
Withstanding, somehow or somehow
else, I'm dubus about the money. If
you was me, Artemus, would you make
the fiddle trade? b. A.
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| WATERFALLS have gone out, and are
succeeded by three braids, of three ply
each, entwined at the back of the head,