Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-08-31
MAI. JONES In NEW YORK.
His Adventure with the Bunco Men.
How the Major was "Roped In''-
Two Dollars' Worth of Experience.
From the Savannah News

Two DOllars' Worth of Experience.
From the Savannah News.
PINEyILLE, GA, Aug. %, 1S73.-lEr.
Thompson Dear Sir: promised to give
you an account of my trip to New York, il
anything happened worth writing about.
Well, if it was not for little adventure 1
had the first day after / Srrived
in the city, don't think
| would have troubled you with a
letter, especially as was SO stirred up by
the sea voyage, going and coming, that |
haven't felt like myself ever since got
home. Nothing of interest didn't take
place on the voyage to New York on the
steamer Huntsville. The weather was very
pleasant; we hsd no storms or hRrrycanes;
nobody didn't get spilled overheard; no.
body got sea-siek. The ship went along as
quiet as dug out in a mill pond-every-
body had good appetite, which was boun-
tifuliy provided for by the cook-the officers
were monstrous clever and obliging, and
everybody was In good humor with the
ship, the crew and themselves.
After very pleasant voyage we arrived
at the quarantine stallion, where the doctor
as it were, feels the pulses of the ships and
finds out their sanitary condition before he
let's them go into New York. Well, we
had to wait there, drifting round for about
half hour before old DR.. Stick-in-the-mud
finished picking his teeth, Qt was about
his dinner time), and came out to us in
bis little steamer. he was very evil, how
ever, when be found we didn't have no ep-
idemic aboard, and let US 90 ahead, not
withstanding two of the stewards chickens
had the pip. Next to Gen. Grant that
quarantine doctor has got one of the easiest,
best paying situations in the Government.
In few minutes after he left us to look az
ter the San Jaeinto, which bad followed US
in sight all the way from Savannah, we
were warping into our dock; and a few
minutes later found myself, bag and bag
gage, all safe and sound, at the New York
Hotel.
In the morning, after breakfast, took a
walk down Broadway to go and see Messrs.
Appleton & Co., the publishers of the new
edition of my book. The onnibuses and
carriages, wagons, carts and all kinds of
vehicles, were laundering along in the
street, and the same process ion of men,
women and children that | had seen there
more than twenty five years ago, was still
crowding along the sidewalk, while the
poise and confusion seemed enough to turn
a body crazy. As | was picking my way
among the rushing crowd, thinking Of
the changes that had taken place in that
great city, in the country, in myself, in
eVery thing, since had witnessed the same
scene quarter of century ago, q gentle
man in the crowd stepped before me, and
says he: 50 =
ssWhy, Doctor, how do you do? When
did You come to the city?" at the ssm3 time
holding out bis hand. 1 looked at him, and
says be:
81 beg pardon, sir. took you for DR..
Wilson, of Rochester, particular friend of
mine. beg pardon"
"No harm, sir" says I. "But my name
amt DR.. Wilson"
81 see 1 see," says he. "But the resem-
blance is so great. Wonderful. If you
have no objection, will you give ne your
name, as would like to tell my friend of
the remarkable resemblance"
Without tbinkiDg-the gentleman was so
very polite-I told him my name was Jones,
and was passing on when he raised his hand
to his mouth and halloWed after me-
"Of --?n
"Of Pineville."
"Thank you," says be.
And / walked on. But Just at that min
ute the thought flashed into my mind-that
fellows a Peter Funk, one of them sbarpers
what we read about in the newspapers.
But smiled as thought to myself, be can't
fool me-I'm too old y bird for him to catch
-I've been in New York before to-day.
But wondered what use he could make of
my name.
l walked on, stopping now and then, 10
look in at thu new books, fine paintings,
pictures and jewelry, in the windows, and
had forgot the incident, when a nice look
ing young man came rushing up to me ex-
tending his hand, with his face all over
smiles, and says he ~ ILTr Il
"Why, Mr.. Jones! I declare! When
did you get to the city? How do you do?'
"Before had time to think had gwen
him my hand, which he was shaking as il
he was nlonstrous glad to see me, while
looked him right in the face to try to make
out who he was.' -
"Why, Mr.. Jones'" says he, ''is it possible
you don't know me?"
Greatly" gays l, 81 can't make you
out" .a.lJaa
s'Don't remember Charley?" says he.
"CharleY whosn says /.
"Charley Anderson" says he." "Mayor
Anderson's son, of Savannah"
"Indeed," says ]; 81 used to know ali the
Anderson boys; but 1 don't remember
you" -
81 thought you would remember me-"
says he, "but l have been off at school
sometime, and have grown good deal"
eyes," says ], "boys soon grow out of
ones recollection"
0Father and me are stoppinq At thu Naw