The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-04-09
The Bette NOir of the Sixth
District.
The Palace Of Pat Clark.

Nothing short of the pencil of Dore or
the pen of Walter Scott, could properly
present to the mind of the reader any ade-
quate conception of the picture which is pre-
sented at the corner st. Charles Avenue and
Constantinople street 1t is not precisely
to inspire his muse, nor would Dore be apt
to select just such spot to immortalize by
his genius: but the:e is no accounting for
| the tastes of poets and artists. They are
generally over nice and fastidious, and can
not be expected to have the faintest glim-
merng of journalistic talent or what is
commonly called newspaper sense.
To our mind, the little cottage of Pat
Clark, the charming one-stOry villa-which
could be plainly seen from any point of
view, were it not for COW stable on one
side, picket fence on the other, and a cor
don of solemn-looking cows standing up to
their knees in mud around it-possesses rare
interest.
1t is the abode of a gentleman who has by
his untiinching 60 lrage, marvellous energy,
lofty contempt for city ordinances and gal
iant defense of his homestead from numerous
assaults on the part of the myrmidons of
the law, has earned for himself name and
become one of the magnatcs of the city
There are various stories about the number
of people living in Pats palace and of the
number of cows, horses, pigs, dogs, geese,
guinea fowls, chickens, ETC., in his spacious
yard, which is an ordinary sized lot.
The number of cows, however, may be in
ferred from the fact that Pat runs an extern
sive dairy, and in the morning, when the ami
mails are driven out, or in the evening, when
they are driven in, there is but little room
Tor any thing else on st. Charles Avenue
They founder around in the mud, stray
gle over the only banquette in the
neighborhood, and having caught something
of Pats energy of character and contempt
for ordran es, rush around unchecked as
their own sweet will suggests.
The street in front of Pats door is not
often disturbed by the sound of vehicles, as it
is perfect quagmire, made so by the cattle:
and if an unfortunate horse once gets in he
has to be hauled out with ropes-lusky if he
comes out alive.
Strange as it may seem, the people in the
neighborhood, jealous no doubt of Pats sue
cess in life, have persistently fought him
and tried to have his dairy moved. City or
dinances have been passed expressly to
move him, but he violates the ordinances,
snaps his fingers at the Council, and mount
ing guard over his muddy and odorous do
main dares the officers of the law to come
and take him. Several city Councils have
tackled him, the neighbors have gone for
him in divers ways, and lastly the Board of
Health assaulted him, but Pat circumvent-
ed them all, and to-day laughs in his sleeve
at their many failures. He is almost as
great a litigant as Mrs. Gaines, and so far
has always triumphed over his adversaries.
The enemy, however, are about to move
again. This time they will present him to
the Mayor as nuisance, and good lawyers
think that before an assault of that charac-
ter, properly made and vigorously followed
up, he would be bound to go under. There
is not the shadow of doubt about the
nuisance it appeals to the eyes and assails
the Olfactories of every one who passes. We
shall watch the contest with interest.