The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-02-07
anecdotes of chiefJustlea Marshall.

Judge MarShalpS simplicity q
character and absent-mndedi cS,
have been the thcme Of number
OF anecdotes. The best one Known
is about his puzzle over the buggy
and the sapling. TurI Ing aside
one day, to avoid one Of these aw-
fiji mud-hcles which abound il Nir-
gjnia country.roads. tie axle Of his
buggy couutered stout sap ing.t
The sapling was between the hub
of tHe wheel and the body Of tie
buggy. Too big to beud down,
and too supple to break, this SAP
ling seemed to the Judge TO be
wholly unconquerable. What to
do he knew not. He got down out
Of tie buggy, the better to apply
his great intellect to the knotty
subject, and to study it thoroughly
up. While pondering yainly, ne
gro came along.
"UEcle,'' said the Chiefjustice,
81 wish you would tell me about
this sapling ! can't get over it,
and can't Get aronrd it, and
don't want to stay here all day
and miss court. What do you
think | had better do?"
The negro could not repress q
broad but silent grin. " Why, ole
marster," said he, !" | spec the bes'
thing you kin do is to back yo'
buggy till you Git clar OF de saplin',
den turn de hade (head) Of yo'
hoss, and den you kin void de
saplin' and 60 to cote slick as
goose-grease."
Thank you-thank You kindly,
Gncle, I should never have thought
Of that in the world. You are a
man Of superior mind. There's
half a dollar for YOU" And the
Judge drove joyfully off.
Anotheranecdote, illustrating the
same simple-mindedneSs aid easy
good nature, has, so far as | am
aware, never been in print. It is
this: When Judge Marshall lived
in Richmond, his opposite neighbor
was Col. Pickett, father of the Con
tederate General, George f. Pickett,
of Gettysburg fame Col. Pickett
was a man Of wealth, lived well,
and was not content unless every
thing about his household bore the
marks of good living. His horses
were his pride, and were conspicu-
GUS everywhere for their splendid
appearance, being as sleek, tat and
high-spirited as abundant food and
excellent grooming could make
them. Judge MarShall's horses, on
the other hand, were notoriously
lean and unkept. Everybody but
the Judge had long remarked this.
At last it was brought to his notice,
with the suggestion that his car
riage-driver neglected the horses,
sold much Of their food, and appro-
priated the money to his own use,
a good deal Of it going, no doubt,
for liquor.
The Judge called him up with
out delay "Dick, what is the
reason Col. Pickett's horses are III
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 expecting the attack,
was fairly posed. He henmed and
hawed awhile, till he could gather
his negro wits about him, and then
said " Mars John, look at yor-
is you fat ?"
No." said the Judge. "decid-
edly not"
Well, look at old miss" (Mrs.
MarShalD -" is she tat?"
"No."
"Den look at me-is | fat %
"No."
eden look at yo' horses-is dey
tat?'
"No."
" Now den, you jes' look at Kun
nile Pickett. He fat, his ca'idge-
driver fat, his horses fat, his dogs
fat-all fat. De troot 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