The daily clarion. [volume] (Meridian, Miss.) 1863-1866, 1866-02-24
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Z Al Pacific coast editor protest against
the Mercer project of shipping Yankee
girls to that region, and desires the press
east of the Rocky Mountains to 'speak
ont and put A. stop to that business.
He saws: LET no more unprotected fe-
males be exposed to the perils of these
Shores ~
People have wondered at the sense OF
this Massachusetts, abolition philanthropy
for some time. It is much like the olden
STYLE of dealing in the handsome girls OF
Caucasia, when hundreds of their "school.
mar1ns" were huddled together and ship
ned to parts unknown for the pleasure OF
s.harem'' scarem Turks. We suppose
the mode of disposing of these girls on
their arrival upon the Pacific coast is
something like this:
The ship has arrived in port. Notice
has been sent to the long-haired miners
and rough bachelors of that auriferious
section. The girls have been bathed by
SQUADS, platoons and brigades in the
mouth of some waterfall from the
mountains their best raiment has been
put on. Standing ON the poop-deck, the
charge d. afaires, with hair pushed back
from his receding forehead, and sharp
nasal twang, thus hold forth:
"Neow yeou wild beasts of this ere
Pacific strand, I've brought youa whole
passed. of genuine ladies, right nice and
fresh from Bosting and along the shore.
/ have picked lot of gals, fresh as dai-
sy and lively as butterfly 4! l won't sell
the entire lot to one man, for that would
be too much of good thing, but I'll sell
each of you little charmer, warranted
not to cnt in the eye, big enough for the
tallest miner, and small enough for the
least there is among you? Walk up fell
lers. Stand up to the taffrail gals. No
crowding on the hauser Get eout yer
dust and select yer gal y
1.-The first I'll offer, fellers, is freckel
ed-faced school marin, named Betsy Jane.
T'other name amt no matter. Yeou can
gin her yeourn! She is nineteen year old
by the Bible, has good teeth, is twenty
seven inches round the waist, and is war
ranted kind in harness. How much for
Betsey. Sold to Jack Longbeard for five
hundred dollars, Good-by Bet''
"The next gal ladies and gentleman, l
mean fellers, is a sly puss, named Philla
Malura She is choice gal, raised in
Bosting-poor but honestparents-early
Injured to the Gospel and Abolitionism,
and warranted perfect as far as heard
from How much for her, fellers She
can darn a stocking or make a pumpkin
pie, in the twinkling of an eye, and she
can heave sigh, you bet She is goin
on twenty years-has cheek like spit
zenberg, the sweetest lips and most dain-
ty breath you ever tasted-all for-six
hundred, make it nine, land down she goes
to Captain Bull of the Woods for nine
hundred ! &8# .@4&ta- s
"The next animile-oh, sweetheart !
fellers, is blue-eyed Yankee gal, named
Jerusha Jane-never mind her other
name, She is Dustin gal. Knows all
her letters-has constitution like q tea
kettle, which is good after its nose is
knocked off for all it will fetch, and is an
ornament to her sex or any other man
She is twenty-five years old-ain't
so by-ly handsome, but is heavy on
the hug, and is warranted to last a
lifetime, if she don't die first. How
much for her Come, wake up, you fell
lers Massachusetts wants to enlighten
you! Here is the best chance for happi-
ness-only few more left Sold to
daredevil Tom for fifty ounces of dust
"Now, fellers, stand up close. Here i.
a sumner. Tabitha Marier, as was her
mother before her, also, her grandmother.
She is nineteen years old, poor bnt hon
est parents, eat but little-a pine gum
lunch will last her week. Sold for no
fault, but Massachusetts has no further
use, and takes this means to pay her war
tax Come up and feel of this lot. She
never schools except in anger, and like
George Washington, never chopped a
tree with her little Ratchet. She is war
ranted genuine, and if not sold will be
thrown ashore for you fellers to play
with-and over she goes, for its all
chance, you know !''-