The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-04-05
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c0tM' re- THE CIRCUS,

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Airs. 'SVisit 10 Columbia and its Consequences.
Not great many miles from Co.
lumbia, South Carolina, there is q
section of remarkably poor country,
embracing an area of several square
miles of Richland District, and more
generally known Us the Sand-hills.
Here the short-leafed pine, the
scrubby black jack, the persimmon
and the sassafras grow luxuriantly
upon the upland, and it is only upon
the creeks, branches and huckleberry
Hats which dot the miniature desert
here and there like oases, that the
eye is ever gladdened with the sight
of grass and flowers. Its plain, un-
sophisticated and proverbially honest
people did not figure as farmers to
any extent, for here the saying, that
the e'earth has only to be tickled with
the hoe and harvest appears" inva-
riably proved unfounded. It was as
charcoal factors, blackberry mer-
chants and shingle gitters, that they
obtained the wherewithal to live and
have their being; and though this
mode was at times precarious, they
were still jolly, iovial set of peo-
pie, and could boast among their
numbers some rs original specimens
of humanity rs any section, whose
actings and doings were alone suffi-
cient to give this wilderness of sand
q local habitation and name. Many
will remember the parsonage who
figures here under the nom de gue,7e
of Mrs. Doodle, for her life had been
an eventful one. She had been to
Georgy, and picked up in her travels
q good store of experience, which
made her quite an oracle in the Sand
hills; and more than that, all, rs if
by mutual consent, conceded the
palm to her as the hest talker. So it
is no matter of wonder why she was
as indispensable an article at quiltin'
as sperrits-a big dog in them parts
a leading spirit among the Sand-hill
aristocracy.
sole omun," said Jake Doodle,
one day, to Mrs. Doodle, turning up
the corner Of his left eye, and arous-
ing himself from as deep medita-
tion rs if the whole war in Mexico
and the disputes in Congress (by way
OF extras) hung upon his shoulders,
GIVE hearn tell on that the sarcus is
gwine ter reform in Kullumby this
evenin; suppose we go down and
take peep at tho varmints?"
'Did yer ever! Why, sartinly; but
gest ter see the varmints, for ye know
sich shoutin, camp-mectin folks as
am must have some 'skuse ter go.
Napoleon, my son, you was q sayin
you wanted ter see the boar-conscrip-
ter, but 1 think I'd better let you
stay, for I'll never hear the last of
the sarcus. You'll gest be rumplin
up ull the beds cuttin yer didos and
turnin yer summersets. Oh! don't
cry-yc kin 60. Now, Napoleon, run
rite strate and wash yer physmaho-
gany, and take peep in the piggin
Nv water at Napoleon Doodle agwine
to the sarcus. Why, Lors! you aint
through Already. [ raaly do believe,
fur the natur of me, you gest went
thru the moshuns. You washed yer
face yistiddy mite, you say, and twont
stay washed? Well, that beats all!
But-goodness gracious! whar pom
yairth is my rattlesnake-lookin shawl
and them specks NV mine? Now,
Doodle, ye know don't wear them
specks on recount NV age-not I. 1t
gives one kind NV irrelectual look,
makes you look smart, eff yer aint,
which, you know, makes pesky site
nv difference. Speakin Nv looks,
now, don't yer think I'd look on
common peart if I'd gest pin my
wrinkles ahint my ears? Yer don't?
Well, now, I do raaly think that q
purity way ter talk ter me. Oh. I'll
hurry, sure, But whars my specks?
I declar 1 cant 60 without EN-; nv