The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-01-25
ANECDOTES.


The hands on one of our steamers were
engaged in rolling off cask, when to the
CONSERVATION and surprise of the persons
engaged in performing the operation, voice
was heard within the cask. 5R
"Roll it easy; those plaguey nails hurt.
Id rather pay my passage than stand all
| this" 1pT 1at
Holding up their hands, their visuals ex.
panded to the size of two saucers, the two
laborers exclaimed:
"That beats the dickens!" a
The mate coming up ut this moment, and
unaware Of the cause of delay, commenced
cursing them for their dilatoriness, when
from within the cask the voice came forth
You're nobody; let me out of this cask
What's that?" said the mate.
"Why, it's mi" said the voice al want
| to get out. | wont stand this any longer
"Up-end the cask," said the mate.
40 don't! You'll kill me-" said the voice
40, how these nails prick Look out
don't" again said the casked-up individual
as the men were turning it over.
Cooper said the mate, "unhead that
cask and take out that man."
AS the adze sundered the hoops. and the
head was coming out, the voice again broke
! forth:
"Be easy now is there any one about?
don't want to be caught" sagsH II
Quite aFcrowd had now gathered around
the scene of action, when loud cultural
laugh broke forth, which made our hair
stand on end, and the cask was filled with
bacon.
What does it mean?" says one.
at beats my time," said the mate.
/, We enjoyed the joke to well to blow,
as we walked off arm in arm with ventrilo.
quist and magician.
Coop HUNDRED CouRAGR-There resid-
ed in the Valley of Virginia during the
late war very worthy old gentleman who
was justice of the peace, and distinguish
ed for his devotion to the confederate cause.
Through every hour of darkness or sunshine
he held to the conviction that the Confeder-
acy could not fail that it was founded on
principles as solid as the bases Of the eter-
nal hills, and must prevail. He was in the
habit of going to the post-ofice, few miles
| from his house, to get his mail, and hear the
news from the war. On such occasions the
postmaster would ask his opinion of the sit
uation, and have himself fortified by the old
squire's hopeful views. Finally, however,
about the close of the war, the news became
worse and worse. until at last the intelIi-
gence of Lees surrender arrived. The sad
tale having been recited to the old patriot
squire, he took his seat and assumed a
thoughtful attitude. The postmaster then
began to interrogate him.
Well, Squire, things are looking very
dark!" - - -
Yes" replied the old gentleman, "yery
black. indeed-very black"
What will become of us?" inquiries the
postmaster :" what shall we do?"
"Well, says the old squire, after drawing
a long breath, al don't see anything left us
except to go back into the Union, and il
those Yankees don't behave themselves
,ce must aohip them again."
SAVING A Wellington and Soult
were often opposed to each other in the
Peninsular War, and especially in the crown.
ing campaign Of 1914, in when Wellington
beat his accomplished antagonist, but al
ways preserved great respect for his mill
tary capacity. Thirty or more years later,
Wellington visited France was of course
received by Marshal Soult with distinguish
ed consideration, and conducted through
his gallery. The aids of both generals fol-
lowed at the usual respectful distance, but
not out of ear-shot of the conversation OF
their principles. Wellington paused before
one painting. in which Murilo had wrought
some of the finest wonders of his art in rep
resenting the celestial society of the redeem
ed. He openly expressed his admiration
All J" said Soult, " it is not the mere beau.
ty of the painting that attracts me; it was
the occasion of saving good mans life.
Yes" said the French to the English off.
Ger he threatened the abbot of the mon.
astery that his brains should be blown out
if he did not at once deliver up the picture
and the good man saved his life by surren.
dering to the Marshal the artistic treasure
you now see.
SIMPLICITY OF JUDGE MARsHA1L.-When
Judge Marshall lived in Richmond, his op.
posite neighbor was Colonel Pickett, father
Of General George Z. Pickett, of Gettys-
burg fame. Colonel Pickett was man OF
wealth, lived well, and was not content un-
less everything about his household bore the
marks of good living. His horses were his
pride, and were conspicuous everywhere for
their splendid appearance, being as sleek,
fat and high-spirited as abundant food and
excellent grooming could make them. Judge
Marshall's horses, on the other hand, were
notoriously lean and unkempt. Everybody
but the Judge had long remarked this. At
last it was brought to his notice, with the
suggestion that his driver neglected the
horses, sold much of their food, and appro-
prlated the money to his own use, good
deal OF it going, no doubt, for liquor The
Judge called him up without delay "Dick,
what is the reason that Colonel Pickett
horses are in such splendid condition, while
mine are almost skeletons am afraid
you neglect them, don't half curry them,
and don't half feed them" Dick not ex-
pecting the attack, was fairly posed. He
hemmedp and hawed awhile till he could
gather his negro wits about him, and then
said !" Mars John, look at you-is you fat ?''
{" No" said the Judge, decidedly not"
"WeIl, look at ole Miss MRS MarshalI is
she fat?" No" /" Den look at me is |
fat?" "No." "Den look at yo' horses /;
is dey fat?" "No." Now den, you jes
look at Kunnle Pickett He fat, his ca'idge
driver fat, his horses fat, his dogs fatal
fat. De troof is, Mars John, fat run in de
Pickett family. and it don't run in our'n.
OATS all" We'll" said the Judge, after a
little reflection, :" there's good deal in that.
1t never occurred to me before" He turned
back into his study, and Dick was never
troubled any more --Lippincoas Magazine.
The horse distemper is now generally be-
lieved to be epidemic, and not contagious.
Hence there is nothing gained by isoiating
those that are we'll The most useful pre.