Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1865-09-01
Letter from A. Ward, Jr.


Letter from A. Ward, Jr.
CASApY. Joon Gath. 1865.
Onct more I stan on the nootral shores
ov a Forrin land.
Ef I waz OIL me 9th I shood hev to cuss
that I hev stood in vastly better places.
Rather.
I kin very prop'ly say that Canady air
the larst ditch for sum Nv the Rebil lead
ers.
I, air the sssilum ov s~ubjoosated shlv-
ilry s other murderers. That's wots Ales
Canady.
Sanders and Tucker ar here. Sos
Doctor Blackburn.
The Doctor has opind a Ole Cloze Shop
in Montryall. He offers steep prices for
the carst OFF Clothin ov those pussons
who's zone defunck an died with the
small pocks s Yaller fever. An I'm tole
he duE a lively bizness IN this line. The
Doctors not the l~uvliest cuss | ever sot
eyes onto. Skurcely. There's a site
better men .sarvin' out a term oy l31 years
in the State Prizon fer Hyway boss stealth
in the fust degree.
Ef I he'd bin courtin' a luvly Lass for
the short period ov 10 years-a lass with
much Bloc eyes in q bushil OF somebody
else's back hare, inkloodin a 3 cornered
bonnit-an ef I had arskt her to jine her
forenoon 2 mine till Mr.. De.h did US part.
& this sweet maid, with Heving beemin
in her countcnants an a piece of Donut in
her mouth. would unto me reply, No,
dernd eff I do, so there, you ole fool"
wharupon I wood BEGUN Internationally
s lose me appytight for whites, an wish
to shovel orr this morkal kohl, as me friend
VIM. haz it'll repeet, ef all this wood
happin to the undersind. wot dye spose
he'd do-plunge a gleemin boss pistil 2
the hilt in his innersent BuzZlm?
Nary a plunge.
I woodn't go back on meself. I'm
opposed to Soozysidism as q scients. But
these air wor I wood do, willy: I wood
crave permission to room with Doctor
Blackburn one Mite!
An ef I got up N the mornin' without
diskiverin' meself in eternity-wharever
those is-it wood be n merrikle!
Sanders he's lothn around the St. Law
rents tavern, drinkin' IA sent whiskey &
ritin' proclamations. I understan' he
OCCASIONALLY visits New York disgiSed as a
barril ov Soft Sope.
This is reliable ef troo.
Sanders norris is low. Him S Black
burn is about Ditto in those respeck. Cum
to think on it. tho, I guess Sandy is a
few Dittoester. In short. he's fit for tree
son, sura,tyjims, an Penny Polk. The
KernuckS s other Nucks here don't think
considerable ov him. They is not hily
Aa,rered by his presents.
Beverly Tucker is q Sun ov Ole Dan
Tucker. the anshent chap who wa allus
late about cumin' TO his afternoon Grub.
wide the song books.) When Beverly
| waz only sweet Is, ole Dan kickt him out
fer 'temptin' to elope with ov his femail
uegrow slaves. After this Bev. went from
Bad to Worse, till the climbmacks waz
~efectuoally Capt by ole Mrs. Buckannon
pintin' him to q Forrin ministry.
Air it emmy wonder tibet he's now sech
a degraded cuss: Wethinks I hear you
say
Mot a wonder"
I've ~convarsed with these 8 worthless.
Al,ho' Sanders is putty Windy, he's ru,her
chapfollen. ! found him settin on the
curb-stun in front Of the St. Lawrents.
The landlord had just histed him out Of
the door on the Toe ov his boot for not
settlin fer his back bord.
"Wsl, Sandy" seq I. faseshushly pun
chin him in the Back with me cane,
"how are you Fixts"
30. tol-lol," seq he.
"How's your poor Confedracys l
queried agin.
20, so 10. Things looks a little Bloc
at present, but its all fer the best. Rich.
mon was ov no importents to US. The
s'reuder ov Lee an Johnson was antyticl-
pated from the fust. The Back ov the
Rebelyun ar not broke much in Canady.
We can now show our reel strength. The
captoor ov our Christian President was q
blessing in disgise."
- roo SEE I: "but the Blessin'
wasn't disgised enufly. II. he or she was
clothed in tu much boots s spurs, an no,
enuff crinnerline and waterfalls. Isn't
that 80, Sandys" givin HIM another
punch.
He arskt me Ell woodn't loan him q
clean shirt.
Ov corse I generisly refoosed.
I'm txpecnn' another remistants ov
few thousand dollars from me fren b
Wood. I'm totally Strapt now. l owe
me washerwoman 80 dolls, but I inten &c
20 back on her. haven't had me Bitter'
since three hours ago. Carn't you lend
Teller a ""
"Naryav. Inever guy ade an com,
fort to the Rebelyun. and don't think
shall a; these late day. Not ef I know it.
Those was my answer.
LEFT Sanders, an called on Blackburn
Hello. Blackey !" was my corjul greet
ing, as l enterd his little shop" how
the End handed clothin' bizness?"
r Tip Top" seq he. Trade is yer!
| thrivin. With an ocashanal thousan' from
Mr.. Wood, l allus hav a lot Of spondoo
ticks on hand. Five families died wit
the small Pocks this mornin'. an alread.
I thare Close is packt in q trunk. an on IN
e road 2 New York. s. I hev engaged the be-
clothin of I families who air expected t
Di with the yaller fever to-morror. Yes
bizness is glorious"
: An the specklid cuss gleefully ruooe
hands, as tho he was engaged in as hon
9 orable a vocashun as sheep steelin. re-
nod enuff 70 90 behind HIM and kick hin