The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1866-09-20

d metholistical Yankee cuss hat, a %
r hat 'tother day an he tuck il an the
sasscd me.
Sence seed you last, Kernel, hav
sunck powerful low | hev DRUM
whiskey, played kcerls, run about o
nights, married niger school mau
of the Massachusetts persuasion, an
hob, uobbled with Guvnor Wells; hu
the las button on Gahc's coat, an IN,
bottom roun' Of the ladder was tetche,
when | got kicked outen the radica
party in Orleans
My lucks turned, however.
Tn able to long Carondclct street
now an sorter hole up my head-causC
cause why2 Ncwman's paper hez
gin me benefit of a column an halt
of what would be invective cr the as.
sistant editur had possessed brains to
make ii sich.
AFTER my given money TO the are.
volver fund, an the whisky fund"
an alag fund" an 'sinkin' fund" fer
the Ga convention, ontill was mighty
busted, an after we all went up a spout,
thar come a cuss to my Office beg
gin. lie said he had pious friend Of
the editorial staff of the leadin' radical
organ in Orlcens, who he'd mistcrtu.
nately got mixed up with the conycn.
ton, he'd been caught in bad company,
an found hisself ut shutdown ON the
day Of the riot scttin' behind tree
pickin buck shot outen his-heels,
In the rumpus he he'd misiaid his hat
an got his brooches torn, Mister as
sociate editor had sympathizing
friend, who turned street beggar on
his behalf, an trotted up one street an
down another, lookin' for radical sym.
pathizers, They was few an hard to
find.
He tole me how much his friend he'd
suffered in niger freedom shriekin',
an sacrificed towards upsettin' the
State government, an how now, twiXt|
skeert, hurt, nakedness, an poor pay
from the Advocate, he couldn't git
home TO Bostin',
Sed how his friend he'd ez good a
thing ez SAGE full' eff he could only
git to flannel Hall, whats that 4 but
the radical party was busted, friends
scattered, the Advocate losin' money,
an fer misery, he could give Lazarus,
Jonah an Job five in the game an
beat EN-
Ef he didn't get his nerves soothed
by the the big organ in Boss'n right
away he couldn't live, an eff his buck
shot wounds healed up, they was in a
place whar scars want with a shucks
to show, an his hand want with play
in,
Well, / was sorry for the whinin'
miserable cuss, but didn't hev nothin'
to give him but an ole hat His friend
asked for it, an ] thought likely ez he
was convalcscont hit might do him.
DOM my level best for the Jack son,
/ sont it to him. Unfortunately hit
was white, an KNOWN his proclivities
ran in the line of "oif colors," ! made
my young man. write him a not
apologizin for hits bein' white, ane
like himself, of questionable gentility.
KNOWN he had bin nigh unto
DEATH" / congratulated him that in
the convention riot the devil didn't git
him. He orter got the last one on us,
but the devil does take keer of his own
sartin.
Well, Kernel, the triflin' cuss, bein'
in temporary charge of the Advocate,
because / was thereby operated upon
by the whinin' eloquence of his beg
ging friend, identifies me with highly
respectable dry goods firm, an throws
off column an half on us, because
the hat was white, and didn't fit, an my
note warnt on gilt edged paper
The respectable house referred to,
thinkin' it rather a good thing to be
denounced by the Advocate, sent for
three hundred copies for distribution.
The half starved striker at the Adyo.
cate counter mighty shed his skin on
hearin' the demand swore the whole
edition didn't amount to that, but that
they would gladly go to press again to
fill the order. .
/ onct owned houn' pup, Kernel,
which was ez good dog in his way
ez you ever pulled gun over.
/ thought heap of that dog!
forgave him for stealin' beefsteaks,
rooiin' whar he had no yethly bust
ness, barkin' at respectful people,
suekin' aigs, ard runnin' round o
nights when he orter been at home.
Now an then he'd open on rabbit
err coon track when was arter deer,
an spile my drive by follerin' the rab-
bit tell shutdown, yelpin' like the devil
all the time.
didn't kill him, fer he was young,
ignorant, and - a dog.
Last, one day he he'd difficulty"
ont in the public road, an come in
whinin' with his ears bloody, an purity |
badly ehawed up. The ole houns
licked his wouns, but more they licked |
wuss he howled j he'd called him
f" Silyertongue" fore that, but ! cnss-
ed the mongrel whelp an called him
" Sumner"
Torreckly he felt better, an the "dif
ficultyn still bein' in progress out in the J
road, Sumner picked up pluck
enough to nose inter It agin. Agin he \
come back wuss skeert zen hurted, but
howlin' an whinin' for sympathy to
the ole dorgs.
Hit made me mad
Y d,o,...I a fno ofaritf IN him with my