Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-08-02
THE DOWN-EASTER AND
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A True story.

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story or funny story but am keen to
swear that it is q true story. soissi.g,..,lf
= What am about to relate happened in
Muscatine county, Iowa, midway between
Iowa City, the capital of the State, and
Muscatine City, a fourishing town on the
Mississippi river in the section of the coun-
try called the Wapsinoenoc Settlement,
from creek bearing that name, which
runs through the settlement. s'''f e.a
1t was '52 s(and that part Of Iowa was
then thinly settled) that found myself
one evening at the @Eagle Hotel," in West
Liberty, village of some, five houses,
about one mile cast of Wapsinoenoc
creek (Wap8i white, noe earth, noe
-creek-literally, white earth creek) and
situated on beautiful prairie billow
Some half dozen travellers and villagers
were lounging in front of the ample fire
place in the bar4room for though the set
tiers had only few days since. finished
their harvest, the evenings were somewhat
cool, and small fire was necessary to per-
feet comfort-talking of the prospects, and
whether there was likely to be large en-
igration pass through to California in the
spring to buy their surplus, feed and other
produce, when new character burst upon
the stage. AS the door was flung
open, all Leyes were fixed in stare
of establishment and wonder upon the
newcomer. f'N/&
The stanger was tall, raw-boned, lam
ternjawed individual, with faxen locks
struggling about his shoulders. His long,
spindle legs were encased in blue jeans,
and he wore coat of the "steel pen cut,
and in color what he would have denomi-
mated "blue NUT with AM oil Cloth cap
drawn SO tightly down upon his head that
it had the appearance of having been
pasted on. ea@ -
Then, what appeared most strange and
unaccountaf1le was, that he was wIinging,
dripping wet. His whitish-yellow car
locks were parted down his cheeks, and
streaks of dirt marked the course Of divers
miniature water courses across his fore
head and down his nose; water dripped
from the craw- hammer tails of his coat and
from the wristbands of the same. On his
back he carried an oil-cloth carpet bag,
accurately fastened by stout leather straps,
which crossed upon his breast
Marching into. the middle of the room
with an immense chatter of wet .cowhide
boots, he halted and cast and inquiring
glance around the circle occupying
benches in front of the fire. Bagley, the
landlord of thesg" Eagle, =, arose, nodded,
and said:
"Good evsesfn,, sufaII 70 w
"Heow. DE dew?. Be yeou the land
lefdof thisere heouse?" ff,Ac az ANA
"Yes-r."
"Waayt TO know i: Reckon YOU couldn't
keep Teller here, nor give him bite o.
nothin' foasupper, could yer?" 1aaliD
Yes-r. p b. IfEfas A8yf4Is uph
" Yer mean ter say we ken bed an break
fast me? -. - ,.,.r, !, -
f"Yes,r.p4t - asdr slt ,ir..,..e5, 49,
'e" Col darn glad to hear on't--an' eff yeoul
ken only jest mix a Teller little suthin
hot an strong, with good deal of rum in
it, an but little water, it'll do me mazing
site O. good" 800 ..ae -,
fla 4cSiI.GrdtN iaa3 1sa3f 4t Hff1 sf
>" Strong, mind-a good deal o. Ticker.
You've got rum?" Il =
~" Yes-r.'"' ga' tt 81. SIS no
d"A good deal O. rum in but little water
-.stitf, as the old deacon used to say stIttb
Mr.. Landlord sbsas i,r-, : 49, ID
=. Yes-r.n isa ~, Be sjt4 -sg tr q s-,.s -sa..
While the landlord was preparing his
rum, Inc stranger stood in front of the BAR
oettl oDOA pdIh, CNNtcut-.
ly bent on seeing that the correct thing
was done IN the rum and water mingling.
Then, having imbibed regular shorter"
he asked the landlord to assist in removing
his pack 1850 "a M
This being done hs'was about handing
his carpet-bag over to the landlord to Tut
behind the bar when he caught sight of an
immense rent in it, and therefrom protrud-
ing the corners of articles of clothing
within it. The instant he made the dis
covery, the carpet bag fell from his hands,
his jaw dropped, and for a few seconds
he stood the very image of dispair. At
length. he reused himself, and striking
his@clenChed fist against his forehead,
he howled in a voice of heart-rending
agony:
aRuined, ruined, ruined Teetotally
ruined, busted to mash one, hundred
and sixty acres of the best land that ever
lay out ers doors, ripped all to flinders !. O,
Sarer Ann, little knowest thou that we are
a ruined, busted family! Little yeou
thlnkest thou art beggar. Jerusalem