New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-08-01

proceedings some time without speaking.
He would bring his right hand with heavy slap
upon his thigh. "a bod rot it, faint that a. way
hits my left han an furder backn
He then practced in the manner as corrected.
Then dropping his arm to his side, he would raise
and drop his right fore arm in a measured man.
ner.
'That'rl do for the first degree. Thunder, ker.
neI-you in hyar! Air you a Mason 2-Hyars
h-ailelujah to pay an my mason oath bruk
already! Them's Mason signs you seed me prac-
tysin', kernel, an man can't see 'em unlawfully
an live; $50 get down on yer marrer bones an
swar like did, err its kingdom come with vera
funeral appinted at yer house an a corpse
ready"
appeased him by saying had once been a
"Ssn of Malta" and that it amounted to about
the same thing.
Well, kernel, at home Nam usen to say
sqnar an compass was the DEVILS coat of
arms. I'd swore agtn the honesty an vartue of
Gabriel hisselF eff he wore one on EN- in his shut
front. Dads a "hard-shell," you know, an one
night preacher of that sex tried to stay all night
at our house win his Mason sign hung out l
didn't worry him with any convictions o. mine tell
bout midnight, Nam had put an unyethly pile O.
hemp underneath the bed in the spar room whar
hard shell were restin of his carkiss. l crep
order the house an heerd him talkin' Mason talk
to the devil onteIl | insinnerated a lucifeU twix
the cracks and let it make acquaintance with that
hemp. Conference adjourned torreckly, eff you
bleeve me! Say, kernel, the DEVILS got long har ;
fack, sir seed him gittin outen the windy long
o hardshel away from that FIRE. The blaze had
tackled the long eends Of his bar, an was takin'
devourin' liberties with the sanctity of hardshel =
night shirt.
Preacher shot fer the stabil, an mex day some
neighbors sed they seed ghost gOin down the
road the night afore, on a black horse, like judg
ment day was comm, the horn blowed, an ghost
away from home ...
| The devil, he vanished
"Kernel, a rollin' stone gethers no moss but
BY jings "a settin' hen never gifts fat.' l hev
learnt that in travelin' round the world, as l hev
for a month back. Mongst the rest | hev found
the Mason 'Siety to be great morrils-preseryin
keep yoursecrets-fer-y mutual perfection, deal
with-me association. l wont poster you with a
long jaw beut how I come to iine-but l jined ;
an its big thing, you bet. My wigwam is Silk
stockin' Lodge, number one Its got in it all the
newest style an cut of Union men--s so-called"
Hit has a responsibility SO intense that 1t fairly
| perfumes the neighborhood. Hits influence is felt
acrost at the 'Cademy Of Music, an keeps the bal
lery gals dresses longer than any whar else-(fer
which, d,'at the responsibility y mighty decent
set o. men, lookin' mighty sober, considerin' the
dirty tricks theys up to, toted me up seventeen
pair o. stairs an sot me down in a one-hoss, four
by six ROOM an lef' me. Hadn't been thar more'n
a mint when the light gin out. started to hunt
another--fer l bleeve in more light ginneraly
Time could turn roun, foun' he'd company
| AS jolly lOokin skeleton as ever you seed was
smilin' at me in interestin' pensive way, witch
was bewitchin, an blue light was burnin' behind
him to show of his fgger. The drafted thing
stretched out hits bones in a amorous way for
| hug. l loudly whispered g want that sort oy a
man. an maid myself small;in the fur corner.
Ole skel' he'd the advantage. He he'd caught
me in his room, and thar | was by m'self, an
them respectful cusses off andfergot me.
Nam, dunno wot I'D a. become of yer infant
sut eff that bony old Turk he'd tackled me, but Ole
skel''an' me heerd steps a coming, Blue lights
went out, an skep he mizzIed
The He'd Respectful comes in an seq, seq he,
q Mr.. Lovengood, hev you seed anything"
Now I want gWine to let on ennythng he'd
Bceert me, an as ez fer the youthful indiscretion
of Ole skep, 1 was disposed to do az I'd be done
by, an pass over it; SO SEE I, Mary see, mister,
not bein' a cat myself, an please lite a chunk"
He struck fire, an sed how it was customary
among the ancient brotherhood to cast off onne
cessary olothinlsin their labors.
| tole him my opinion was that it depended
muChly on the climate an the kind o. work wether
the idea was worth cuss or not He sed how
that must shuck off an thusIy foIler the Masonic
example of Washington Bonaparte, julius Caesar,
Solomon an Andy JolaAsing.
Now these fellers would a. made ez honest
crowd fer pickayune poker ez you could pick;
but with my rig, don't think emmy sober jury
would a. voted much besides secondclass bunk
in a luuertick asylum to any one on em.
TharI stood in that bobtaIl shut what Nam made
when cotton was seventy cents yard at the suit
Ter shop. The evenin' breeze came steaIin' in to
daily with its Ages an hist 'em higher IAN was
needful an from shut down, was the Twin pic.
ter of a lean cut outen yaller stone.
Ole SkeP had made me break the flask of whisky
in my britches pocket, an head respectibul looked
like he thought 1 mite a bin sceert durln' the
evenin' bout somethin'. l wanter to tell him
twas whisky, but jes wouldn't.
Them sorter cheerful thoughts was beguilin' me
when He'd Respectful toted me long inter a big
ger room. We was goin' long quiet enuff, mindn
our bizns, when Teller gin me shove pack an
dAeuJ now uaFesI TO De tnar - :" Pad to come
in, mister" SEE " amt none o. yer dead heads,
an didn't crawl onder the canvass He'd Re.
spectibul hushed me up, an sed it was to teach
me an important lesson an Teller commenced
readin scripter to prove it.
We fetched up in front of the1 boss of the Silk
Stockins AM halted. He axed me would be kind
enuff for to loan him fifteen dollars am six bits.
rayther thoughthe was the coolest checklist cuss
lever seed. looked at him all over an thought
I'd hardly trusted him with counterfeit shin
plaster in specie times; but his cheek in takin ad
vantage of circumstances was orful brassy.
thought wouldn't git mad an git his frens down
on me, so SEE /, Mister Man, amt got but
brass quarter an six bits in paper money, an its
out yonder - Thunder an tenin? thinks /:
Ole Skel's got them crossed barred britches shore
an my Cally forny bresstpinl tried to break
loose an go git 'em, but He'd Respectful hilt onto
me. The boss looked down at me, am seq he,
don't be freckened er alarmed Mr.. Loyengood
you air among frens
l foered his eyes an looked down too, an yelled
you ipfurnel fool, that's Whisky!"
He'd Respectful shot me up agin, an the boss
sed he want pokn fun at me because my britohes
was offer me an pockets in my shirt but twas
to teach me another lesson.