Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1869-06-11
SCOTCH spsSCiPLsNE.

While the cx. Pr. sident Of The ex, CosGed~
eracv resided in Canada, his yari in
the fine garden Of . spirited nnd samea hat
particular old Scotch lady. Ii ss;,,s hat
the little son If The great rebel is nj a. mi>
rable example 81 vcuasg Americanism in lis
most rebellious and irrepressible form. For
a time he scandalized the community by .
piece Of fappalling flial impieiy, BY singing
along the streets, at the top of his voice, the
verse from the song Of John Brown, which
runs
Wen hang JEFF. Davis on a sour apple tree.
Being Of an adventurous disposition, and
believing in enlarging the area Of his oper>
ations, he presently made some bold incur
sions upon the territory of the worthy Scotch
lady. II was strawberry time, and be was
arrested in the act of spelling choice bed
OF the tempting fruit, and conducted home,
red with the proofs Of his devastating raid.
The servant who captured him made q re>
port OF his ofiense aud left a warning against
its repetition. yet the next day, and the next,
he pursued his forsging raids in the same
direction with like results. On tine fourth
occasion the old lady herself caught him,
and not having the fear of Southern rights,
nor the awe Of mighty misfortunes before
her eyes, broke switch from fruit tree
near by, perhaps the acidulous apple tree
dedicated in song 70 his illasirious father,
and proceeded to chastise the little repro>
bate smar,ly. When finally released, howl.
ing, from her clutches, he made good time
in getting over the fence and under the shell
ter Of the parental Roof.
In short time the old lady received a
call from very distinguished visitor--from
no less . parsonage than Mr.. Jefferson Da>
Wis himself. His mien bespoke disturbance
Of an extraordinary character, indignation
and ast0nishment.
Madam" be said, " one Of your servants
has presumed to lay violent hands on my
little son, sctually to whip him, madam aud
consider It great outrage
Ma, na, Mr.. Davis" replied the old
dame, ccolly, We hae been misia formed
twas myser that whipped the laddie, for
trampling over my strawberry beds, and
stealing the fruit. Ye ken very weel that
it's no the first time that he's trespassed,
and if ye dinnn whip him yourself somebody
naun TAX his case in hand"
!" lou. Madam, you dared to beat my
child! III have you arrested ~ burst out
the ex>Dictato,, in his lofiiest style.
Then rose the danes old Scottish blood.
She laughed laugh Of bitter scorn, as she
responded, in the tone Of q Jennie sGeddes,
and with the gesture of y Neg Nerrilies,
" Ton have me arrested You! Why, mon,
ye hae but just escaped hanging by the skin
OF your teeth, and ye are no safe yet. How
dare you talk of arresting me, ye arrogant
old rebel! Do ye tax me for one Of your
runaway slaves that ye come clustering and
blatherski;ing about Eere?'
Thus Scotia, and yet longer she would
doubtless have discoursed, carrying the
war into Africa" il this new Pre,ender had
not retreated fiom the Geld. falling back in
some disorder. But the ihreaten ned arrest
was not made. The old lady remained Scot
free on her premises, and from that day her
strawberry beds were inviolate, and her gar
den bounds were respected. She had eon>
quered peace.-GRAcE GREENWOOD, in
The Adrdnce.