Rapides gazette. (Alexandria, La.) 1869-187?, 1873-08-02

| Finally, "Tipsy jack" who had Just
convalesced from a spree, nonchalantly
issued from a cOZy saloon. his breath
redolent of delicious mint-julep, wher
ne was violently confronted by Bluster
VINO gesticulated and grew red in his vol
uollity on the necessity of instant depart
ure. During the progress of this ha
rangue, Jack blandly scratched match
on the sole of his boot, lit cigar, gave il
afew puffs and threw it away, its fra.
GRANGE not being up to what his dainty
sense required in Havana.
These stage-drivers are the most de.
liberately Independent set that | ever
came across" roared Bluster. "They
think the sun will stand still for them, by
Jupiter. Don't you know, fellow, that
we purchased through, round tickets for
this trip, and not moment is to lie lost
L must be back to the city by Monday
night, to be off on Tuesdays train for the
East: tell you. man has to bestir him.
self in this age.''
WAL" drawled Jack, (" that ere's all
right an commendable enough In them
that's got through tickets TO the other
side o. Jordan. Jist you keep a-humpin'
yerself. But they amt no use a-gittin'
excited till Gabriel toots his horn. This
yere stage amt a-goin' to bulge for
half an hour yit, L reckon; but when
it does, yer kin jist put up yer pinch
back watch that I'll put We through on
the iightnin' express!'
"GOodp' said Buster, rubbing his
hands. "That's the talk. Can't we
change horses, and 60 through from
White & Hatch's to the Trees in one
night?"
"Not If the court knows hisself," re.
sponded Jack. "Got yer life insured
Cause III about kill yer on this trip, any,
how! You'll think it's fast enough, afore
you git back to Frisco. I'll bet they
wun't be piece o. yer that amt Jelly 7"
Bluster entered, scolded his wife and
daughter for not having their hats on, and
raved because the Englishman and wife
were still at table, very compesedly en-
joying their food.
THAT fello VS. lazy gormandiZer,"
said Bluster; she'll die in the poorhouse,
and isn't fit to live in this country of en-
terprise."
He'll be enjoying a good ripe old age
when you've long been dead" was my
private opinion.
Papa, do believe he's a live lord, for
he wears large elegant ring with coat
"Nonsense!" replied Bluster. "He's
nothing but Observation-Disclosures"
Indeed, my dear" said his wife,
A" they amt no use o. your tearin' round
this way, an a-standin' ready to bluff him.
Jist as likely as not he is lord, for they
all go to Yosemite, an we might git ac-
qualnted eff you was decent"
"Shut up ]" said Bluster. "Come along
and get into the stage, and perhaps that
will hurry up things"
But "things wouldn't be hurried up.
"All aboard!" yelled Bluster.
"Ah, bless mel" said Mr.. Easygo, eye
ing him through his quizzing-glass, "My
dear sir, pray do be calm. You Hameri-
cans hare haltogether to hanxiOus and
'urried. Really, it's beastly, such 'aste."
"Ma, he's a lord without doubt see
his imperious command of manner" said
the daughter, in which "ma" significantly
acquiesced.
Eventually we were all crowded in,
Posy and myself perched on the front
seat with Tipsy Jack, who had just forti-
fled himself with toddy. He cracked the
whip Texas Mary, Missouri Nancy,
Buckin' Bill; and Squire Jones responded,
and away they dashed up the pretty wind
ing road, among the flowery hills offspring.
POsy, hitherto quiet, now found her ele-
ment. At home in the woods, her tongue
was loosened,
s'See them purity hedges?'' she asked.
'Know what them is? They're elder
berry bushes. You kin jist gather quarts
on quarts of 'em, an may he they don't
make 'nificent puddin'-O, no (! See them
high-up ones a-noddin' so gay? They're
buckeyes. Don't they wave their white
plumes i'm the air, though! There-look-
a-there! See them regular holes in the
pines? The wOodpcckers does that, an
slows away their winters grub"
''Food. Posy," interrupted.
mo, mann, you bet its genuine grub to
him when he needs it."
''Are they any oceans In the Cemetery?"
she continued.
yosemite, not Cemetery" said.
"What's the differp" she retorted.
By the way, when Posy first came to
me, would frequently ask her where her
adopted father was? The invariable reply
was, up to the Cemetery" Finally, 1
said, "Why, your poor father must still
greatly grieve over your mother, if he so
constantly goes up to the Genet try."
eyes," she replied, she's been there
ever since my poor ma died."
"What! stays 0y her grave all the
time? Impossible!"
"Why, there amt no graves there"
said she; she guides the people to the
big Cemetery, where the cliffs and falls is.
l don't mean no grave-yard!''
''O!" screamed l, with laughter, ''you
mean the Yosemite"
'"Course / do" said she; whereupon
/ made her pronounce the world over and
over again, but was constantly mortified
by her persistently calling the glorious
spot, ''The Cemetery"
At her last query, every one in the stage
laughed. She was not willfully bad nor a
forward girl, but free child of nature,
whose entire knowledge of geography
and people lay within few miles of
Mariposa. Said she, There's Bear Valley,
an Hornitos, an Sherlock's Creek, an
Mormon Bar, an Whisky Flat, an the
Big Trees, an the Camp-meetin', an
an"
''Sebastopol?" added. h'
"Yes. Sebastopol, an the Plains, an
San Francisco-an' that's all the places in
the world"
On this occasion, / did not restrain her
outbursts; for we were on the outside of
the coach, and l was interested in her