Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-07-22

LOOlO V. Oh<Ilh1l\', hiu-ue-Sdhip,
Acting Assistant Adiutant- General.
"Nor THE SEASON FOR CooNs. "A
spicy correspondent of the Louisville
.7cs;r,:a:.: hailing from Teas, presents the
following quite inimitable apologize:
have a neighbor, who owns a big
dog. He is strong dog, an active dog.
but oh, what q mean dog! He sucks all
the eggs on the place, eats the young
chickens, gets into the cellar and laps mp
all the milk and licks mp all the butter,
snaps ut the children, and is pest in
general. The good wife waats him killed,
but the husband objects on account of
one quality-he is good coon dog. The
wife says there are no coons in the coun
try; besides, it isn't the season for coons.
Let the Radicals make the application
The big dog of the Presidency should be
something more than mere coon dog.
So far as the personality of Grant is
an element in the struggle of the parties,
this coon story hits the case exactly.
Grant is pushed for the Presidency for
no other reason than that he has been
successful General, and that is precisely
what in the present juncture, the countr,
does not need. In fact, we want every
thing but that in the man who is to tie
the next Presidens-fnaucial ability, di
plomatic ability, knowledge of Consti'u
ton and law-statesmanshp, i'll q word !;
but ability to disburse blood and treasure
in the field of battle is not in requstion
thank Heaven! at the present time. Now,
is it not the truth that Grant, his own
claims and those of his friends being fair
ly Judged, is not notably the possessor
of the qualities needed? He is the sue
cesslul General the stubborn, tenacious
taciturn soldier. Granted. But, "there
are no coons in the country; besides, it
isn't the season for coons"
The following is said to be genuine
upon that prince of good fellows and good
officers, the last Chief Quartermaster Of
the Army of Tennessee:
"Booh.ooh oo-booh oo!" said the
man cow, as he was foraging in our Quar-
termaster's haystack on one dark, cold
night" Booh,ooh 90" "There's that
internal bull again." said the Major, who
had just turned into comfortable bed.
Not rail within five miles to make q
Den. and these everlasting cattle eating
up my hay every night. | shot at tina,
brindIe rascal last night, and here he is
again. I'll try him a little closer this
time"
The Major was jolly and fat, and hated
to get up dreadfully, and we boys knew
it. We owed him one for past offenses,
and, waiting patiently for him to turn in
on his bunk, Charley Lewis was deputed
to go behind the hay-pile and play man.
COW. The rest of US caves dropped the
Majors tent to enjoy lis exclamations of
good-naturcd wrath. "Booh-ooh-oh!"
went the man-cow. The Major soon had
on his boots and overceat, and, with re
peater in hand, he sailed forth cautiously
toward the hay. One of the boys had
slipped ahead and notified Charley of
his coming Fle buried himself in
the hay and was silent as death. The
Major crept slowly and carefully up, and
after dligent survey found no man-cow
in sight. Disappointed, he returned to
his tent, and disearding his overcoat and
boots, went grumbHng to bed. He had
hardly blown out his candle before closer
and louder went the man.cow-" Boob
ooh-oo!" "The internal scoundrel" I"
said the Major; "lhere he is again.
Where in the dickens was he hid III
bet he went off and has brought fifty
cows back with him." Booh.ooh.oo p
went the man-cow. "l'll try him again.
Blamed if don't shoot him six times
before stop" He bounced up, and was
soon making for the hay with cock.
ed pistol in hand. All was still again
not q note nor tramp-not COW to be
seen. The Major took wider circuit
hunted all the surroundings carefully.
We could hear him shiver with cold as
he retraced his disappointed steps. As
he got ready to turn in we heard him
say: "Well, if that amt the darndest
bull ever saw reckon, though, he's
gone clean off" Booh.ooh-oo said
the man.cow. Just then I.was peeping
at the Major through hole in his tent
cloth. Despair and anger were badly