The Shasta courier., 1866-02-03
SHASTA COURIER.
Perils of the Raging Canawl.
BY ARTEMUs WARD.

r, o,erhaulin one of nv old trunks the
.otber dav. | found the folleiil lernat OF
yvaoe ON the starneh canawl boat Polly Ann
wbicb happened to the subscriber when
was voung man lin the Brte Lexington OF
vonth when thar amt no such word as 1alel
on the Wabash Canawl:
MONDAY, P M.)-Got under wa
Horses not remarkable frisky at fust. Had
TO hid fires under 'em before they'd start
Started at larst very suddint causn the
bote to lurch very yIently, and kneckin me
orf nv pins. (Saler frase.) Several pas
seniers on bord Parsed through delight
full country. Honist farmers was to work
sowin korn & other projuce in the fields
Sublime scenerys Large red headed gal re
clining on tie banks of the canawl, bathin
her feet.
Turned in at fifteen minutes parst elev-
ing.
ITooslay. )-Riz at FIVE. an went up on
the poop deck. Took grown PERSONS dose
of lickor with member Of the Injianny
Legislature, which he urbanely insisted on
allowin me to pay for. Bote tearin' tlireu
the briny waters at the rate of Nots hour,
when the boy on the leadin' hoss shouted, -
Sale hoep
"Whar away?' holered the captain,
the bottom knoct out, and bringin' it to his
eagle eye.
Bout four rods to the starbud, screamed
the boy.
Jes so, screeched the capting What
vessels that ARP
The Kickin' Warier, of Terry Hawt, and
be darned to you.
Il, l, SIR hollered our capting. Reef
your arft boss, splice your main ji3-boom,
and hale your chamb bermade. What's up in
Terry Hawt?'
You know Bill Spikes = sed the capting
of the Warrier
Well, reckin; he can eat more fride
pork nor any man of his heft on the Wa
bash. He's a ornament to his sex =
Wall, continued the captng of the
Kickin' Warier. what do you think cf
that?' as he parsed a long black bottle over
to our capting.
The country is indeed in danger said
our capting. raising the bottle to his lips.
The vessels parted. No other incident
that day. Retired to my chaste couch at
five minutes parst ten.
(Wensday )-Riz arly. Wind blowing
N. w. Z. Hevy see on, and ship rollin'
wildly in consequents of pepper,corn hav,
in bin fastened to the forred hoss' tale
tNO! TOdreu tue cdptlnT 10 the
man at the rudder, as the Polly gave a
friteful toss. was SICK and sorry I'd cum
Ieave twol' repeated the capting.
went below. 'Ileave two = | hearn him
holler again, and sticken my he'd out of the
cabin window. | her.
The hosses becum dosile eventually. an
felt better. The sun burst out in all its
splendor, regardless of expense, and lively
nature put in her best licks We parst the
beautiful village of Lamv, which looked
sweet indeed. with its neat white cottages,
Institutes of learnn' and other evidences of
civilization, includin' party of bald head
ed cullerea men who was payin' 3 card
monty on the stoop of the RED eagle taffern
All was food for my poetic sole. | went
below to breakfast, but vittles had lost their
charms. Take sum of this said the cap
ting, shown a bottle lords my plate, Its
whiskey. 4 few quartz alters sets me right
when my stummick gets out of order. 1t is
q excellent Tonic declined the seductive
fooid
Thursday. Didn't rest well last night
on account of auprore made by the capting,
who stopped the Bote to go ashore and
smash III the wlnders Of grosery He was
brot back in about an hour, with his head
done up in red handkerchief, his eyes
bein sweled up orful, and his nose very
much out of jint. He was brot aborde on u
shutter by his cru, and deposited on the
cabin floor, the passengers all rising up in
their births, pushin the red curtains aside &
lookin' around to see what the matter was.
Why do you allow your pashuns to run
away with you in this onseemly stye?' scd
sollum looking man in a red flannel mite
cap. Why do you sink yourself to the
Beasts of the feld?'
Wall, the fack is sed the capting, risir'
hisself on the shutter, I've been little
prejoodiced agin that grosery for sum time
But made it lively for the boys, Deacon !
Bet your lifep lie larfed short, wild
larf, and called for his jug. Sippin' few
pints he smiled gently upon the passengers
sed bless you' and fell into a sweet sleep.
Eventooally we reached our ierny's end
This was in the days of Old Long Sing, be
fore the iron hoss was foaled. This was be-
steembotes was going round Dustin theil
bilers & sendin people higher nor a kite
Them was happy days when the peple was
intelligent and wax figures and livn' wild
beests wasn't scoffcd at
go, dase of me boyhood
I'm dreamin' of We new"
A New KNITTING MACHINE, for family