The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-02-10

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marched N triumph through mf
sirtois W. end ty lhe bdghi
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bad ogerspread M hiinr then
woft exhibited 10 mr. afflicted V,o q
highway crowded With wapibs and
teams, kaiile and hog,, nirpn and
dogs, women and children. VII noyin
In disheyeled haste ~ pHrm and
parts unknown Mule we're bmyin.
cattle were lowin, hogs were lncoln.
sheep were blaiin, children we're
cryin, waRguef nuasin, whips were
poppin, and horses sullin, bui suIl
The grand kamyin moved ~. Every
body Vas kontiumlly Il lothin be-
hind, and driyin before everybody
waited to know eycrythin, and nobody
knew nolhin, Ten thousand wild
rumors filled the sirkum ambient air.
The evcrlastin kayalry was there,
and as they dashed to and fro gave
false alarms Of the enemy bcin in
hot pursuit,
About this most kritikul juncturc
Of affairs, some philanthroplk friend
passed by with the welkum news that
the bridge wcr burnt, and the danger
all over. Then ceased the panik /.
then came the peaceful calms of
heroes after the strife of war Is over
then exclaimed Frank Rails, my de-
moralizcd friend, Frank Rails, "thank
the good Lord for that Bill, let's re-
turn thanks, and stop and rest. Boys,
let me git out and lie down, I'm as
humble as a dcd niggcr. ! tell you
the truth. | sung the long meter
doxology as crossed the Etowah
bridge, and expedited to be a ded
man in fifteen minutes. BE thank
ful fcllcrs-let's all be thankful; the
bridge is burnt, and the river is three
miles deep. Good sakesl do you
rekun them Yankees kan swim? Git
up, boys-let's drive ahead aud keep
movin. / tell you, there's no ak.
kountin for anything with blue
clothes on these days. Dingcd, if
aint aleerd of a blue-tailed ny."
With most distrcssin flow Of Ian
guage, he koDtinued his rapsody OF
random remarks.
Then there was that trump Of good
fellows, Big John-as clever as he is
fat, and as fat as old Falstah-with
indc tatigable diligence, he had Sc.
kured, as last resort, n one-horsC
steer spring wagin, with n low, flat
body a scttin on two ricketty springs
Bein mounted thereon, he was urgir
a more speedy, lokcmoshun by layir
on to the karkass Of the poor old
steer with thresh-pole some ter
feet long. Havin stopped at house
he procured two-inch augcr, and
BORN a hole through the dashboard
pulled the steers tail through and
tied up the end in a knot. any
runnin gear is weak" sed he, but
don't intend to be stuck in Oh,
mud. IL the body holds good, and
the steer don't pull of his tail, VIII,
Bill, | am safe.p "My friend" sec
l, twill .you please TO inform M
what port you are bound for, anc
when YOU expect to reach it?" "N'
port at all, Bill, sed he; "Im goiI
ded stratc b the big Stone Mountain
| am goin to git on the top and rol
rocks down upon all mankind.
now forewarn every livin thing no
TO kun thar until this everlastil
foolishness is over lie were theI
but three miles from town, and ha'
been travellin the livelong night
Ahl my big frend, thought II whel
wilt thou arrive at thy journey
end? In the language of Patricl
Henry, will il be Che next week o
the next year, oh, that ! koul'
write a poum, would embalm th
honest face In epik verse. ] ka
only drop to thy pleasant memory
passing random rhyme t6
Farewell, Big John, farewell;
Tvss painful 10 my heart
To zee Thy chances u escape,
Was uhai Old steer and kart
Msthinks ses the new,
With aHlstruss al broke,
Ahi wheels with nary hub Il all
And hubs with nary spoke.
Bat though the mud L deep
Thy viis viii never fail
That faithful steer will take ths 0ut
n thou uilt hold bis tai.
Mr.. Editur, under sich vargatc
scenes we reported progress, and
course Of time arrived under u
shadow Of thy sitty's wings, abound
, in gratitood asd joy.
With sweet an,l patient sadne.
the tender heare Of our wives at
! daughters beat mournfully alon
; Often, alas, how often, was the &c
seen swimming in the eve, and d
, lip ouivering with emotion, as mem
/. ~ fingered around deserted hom'
: and thoughts dwelt upon pas, enjg
ments and future dcsolation. v
\ pluckcd the wild flowers as