The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1868-03-04
From The Natire Kirqinian.
A Drunken Reporter in Lynch.
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sOthe G"o yeaio 'So, w 1'0 AViEu
E,raminer, by reporter named Piddle.
1t is believed that Piddlewas really, in
the condition described in his letter, which
will be found sufficiently diverting. In
response to many inquiries, we reproduce
this every tight paper" copy of which
we were fortunate enough to secure du
ring our recent visit to the city SO drunk.
enly depicted. - -
We knew Piddlc. He was, in somo
respects, the most remarkable man on the
brilliant staff of the Examiner. He may
not have had the towering genius of Han
ma, tho pure Attic wit of Pollard, or the
fruity humor of Elan, but he certainly
had a capacity for drinking greater than,
ell three combined. q Poor, fellow : lie
has never been heard from since this. his
Big Lick (in mora senses than one) effort.
I've give, first, the Editors introduc-
tion to the lottcr, and then the letter it
self:
"Our readers can hardly have forgotten
the confused notes of the reporter of the
Examiner newspaper who was sent to
Lynchburg few days before Christmas.
The tenor of those. notes was. such as to
prepare; us for hiatus in his correspon-,
denee, but we confess We were not pre-
pared to hear tho melancholy effects OF
the excessive hospitality which he receiv-
ed at the hands Of the good people Of the
Hill City, From the evidence before us,
it appears. thathe remained in Lynchburg
about ten days, during which time lie neg
lected to draw o single sober breath. But
he did draw on US for funds, which, in an
ticipation of his correspondence, we i'm.
mediately forwarded. The result, We
fear, was fatal. Hc bought two kegs of
lager beer from Shancr, and shipped him
self and freight for Bristol. Proceeding
as far as Big Lick, he got off, opened his
kegs of beer and, on the strength of our
money, ordered ball, which was kept up
for three days, after which time he disap
pcared, and has never been seen since.
The landlord of the hotel at Big Lick
sends, bill against the Examiner for
s56.OS, and the following letter, which he
says was found, together with. broken
gin bottle and the stump of q lead pencil,
in the bed last occupied by the unhappy
reporter. We have forwarded the amount
of the bill by Adams Express TO the land
lord, but~we, take occasion hero to.,say.
that we shall in future be responsible for
no more bills contracted III this manner.
The name of the deceased was Frederick
A. Piddle. He was native of Water
ford, but lived for many years in this
State as jobber in dry goods. Becom-
ing addicted to drink, he took naturally
to newspapcr.life. and was in tho employ
of the Examiner from the time of its re-
establishment in December last. Iio was
about the medium height, his nostrils
were of unequal size, and he wore a suit
of darkish clothes. Should he be alive,
we will be thankful for any information
which may lead to his arrest, for we arc
determined to punish the swindler.
Here is his letter as nearly as We have
been able to mako it out, for it is written
in an atrociously intoxicated hand:
LYNCnBURG,
Dec. or Jan. the something.
There are-Lynchburg is-confound
this pencil how it wabblcs
Lynchburg is one of the-no it amt.
The traveller, coming to this city-ar-
rivcs-of course he arrives-arrives bot
tie in hand, bottle empty, just before
no, Just after he has taken the last drop.
Bad start, id bad. Make Pollard
mad as h Mustn't swear-mad as a
wet hcn-no, anybody can say hen-wet
watering pot, or whangdoodle.
Try again.
The reporter of the Examiner newspa
per always say Eram. newspaper-John
NJ. Daniel always said it, and it tickles
Pollard, sounds big), arrived here in the
cars. That won't do-a man ought nev-
er to call himself reporter. Start again.
Your especial correspondent reached
this beautiful and fourishing mountain
city (now Pm doing Nv it) in the mag
niticent, handsomely embellished and rap
idly rolling cars of the Orange and Alex
andria Railway. Railway" is better
than railroad--morc English-seldom
used in this country.
Hot whisl1ey punch is mighty good
mighty-scnd for more-fnish this infer
nal letter and draw on Pollard for $50.
I'm out.
All! this pitcher is better than t'othcr.
Wish to gracious this table would keep
still.
Lynchburg is pleasantly situated at the
confluence Of Tom and Jerry with the
toll bridge leading into Amherst, which
is on the top of several hills. The Vir-
einia and Tennessee Railroad depot is
hard by, and is noble structure, remind
ing the European traveller of the Rialto
at Venice, or the Egyptian pyramids. A
creek called the Blackwater flows ut the
foot of the city, (got mind to call it q
village and make Tho people mad } and
from the color of the creek l judge it to be
egg-nogg made of bad eggs. The James
river runs under the bridge, and is very
watery. The town, from these splendid
streams, rises higher than kite, until it