The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-03-07
HOW STEBBINS GOT sLEW'D.
BY THE FAT CONTRIBUTOR"

Great flakes Of snow the air did fill,
clothing in white. both dale and hill;
livery men rubbed their hands in glee,
the fall of the beautiful snow to see.
They know that their customers never
mutter-at any price for horse and
cutter, $50 they make their bread and
butter, and snow brings gains beyond
their dreams, for the hire of four and
six horse teams. Young Stebbins saw
the snow falling, and that very day
he went out calling, on his Dulcinea,
Susie Brown-there isn't a prettier
girl in town-and asked at once, with
out delaying, if she would go with
him out sleighing. Susie smiled and
looked quite happy, turning inquiring
~ to her pappy, who had no objection
to letting the pride, of his house go
out on a little sleigh ride. He remem-
bered, no doubt, the days of his youth,
when Susie's mother was younger in
truth; and a pleasure it was by night
or day, to glide Of r the road in one
horse sleigh.
The shades of night were falling
fast. when along the Millcreek road
there passed horse and sleigh with
two young folks, covered with robes
and shawls and cloaks. A maiden,
4 with blooming cheeks and fair, the
1fsnow- flakes shining in. her hair, like
! pearls at night. out on tare.' Tune
up your harp, my gentle music, the
maiden fair was Stebben's Susie, and
the festive youth who held the { rib
bens, was no one else but Susie's
4 Stebben!
- - Away they glide, this joyous load,
passing all others on the road, the
steed himself enjoying the fun, some
times trotting and then on run; to
beat his pace no horse was able, al
though he came from a livery stable.
i Almost as quick as / tell it to you, the
Mill Greek House appeared in view,
and then they stopped their foaming
steed. not, as Stebbins said, $ to feed, .
but on the sly-the wicked thing, to
get himself hot gin-sling. Poor
Susie in the parlor thinking of the
happy hours the snow was linking,
little dreamed that Steb. was drink
ing.
One sling in, he wanted another,
"just for company, he said, " for its
brother, and he slung in slings Of
gin and SIGH, till he felt himself i'm
. mensely rich, and wanted to bet pile
of s. tin " no one could beat him driv-
6 ing in. Bring forth the horse
The horse was brought, the pair got
in, and quick as thought away, away
) and on they dash, Stebben's laying on
!: the lash, torrents less rapid and less
rash, and Susie crying she'd left he1
SASH But Stebbens, having stuffed
his skin with red hot slings of Hol
land gin, swore he didn't care pin
|, no one should beat him into town, i
she'd left everything cept her gown
! Flying swift by the Millcreek stream
a snow bank-then sudden scream
:. the sleigh tipped over-out the!
shot, over the fence, into a vacant lot
The horse kept on at a smashing
1 pace, and never slackened in the race
till he met his owner face to face.
J. There is moral to our tale, tina
e should be needed by every male
/. Don't drink slings till you are slung
:. into lot from out your "pung, an
{. when you are out on little whirl, de
string simply to sleigh your girl, b
:. careful, sir-don't think us rude
that in sleighing her, you don't &c