The Tipton advertiser., 1877-04-26


During the first day of the trip
Crayme made no trouble for himselfo
Fred: under the friendly shelter @
night the two men had u two-hou1
chat which was alternately
humorous, husiness-like, aud retro
speetive, and then Crayme fell asleep
The next day was reasonably pleasant
out of doors, so the captain wrapped
himself in blanket and sat in an ex
tension chair OH the guards, wher,
with solemn face he received som,
condolences which went far to keeT
him in good humor after the sympa-
thizers had departed. On the second
night the captain was restless, aud til,
two men played cards. On the third
the captains physique reached the bot
tom of it, stock of patience, and pro
tested indignantly at the Withdrawal
of its customary stimulus; and it ac-
ted with more consistency, though no
less ugliuess, than the human mind
ttotS W ittli NttAiti tNtlltitltlit anu hNS'
titute ofeontrol. The captain grew ter
ribly despondent, and Fred found am
pie use for all the good stories he
| knew. Some of these amused the cap
tain greatly, but after some of them
he sighed:
Poor old Billy Hockess told me
that the only time ever heard it be
fore, and didnt we have a jolly time
that night. He just put all his mon
ey into the 'Senesei' that blew up
and took him with ii only year af
terward and he gave US new kind
of punch he'd got the hang of when
he went East for the boats carpets. -
Twas made of two bottles of brandy
one whiskey, two rum, one gin, two
sherry, and four claret, with guava
| jelly, and lemon peel that had been
soaking in curacao and honey for a
! month. IL looks kind of weak when
| you think about il, but there were
only six of Us in the party, and ii
went to the spot by the time We got
through. Golly, but didn't we make
Rome howl that night"
Fred shuddered, and experimental
upon his friend with song; he was re-
warled by hearing the captain hum
an occasional accompaniment; but, az
Fred got fairly INTO merry Irish
song about one Terry Ram, and
uttered the lines in which the poet
| states that the hero
| took whiskey punch
/ livery night for his lunch"
| the captain put such a world of feNpres-
sion into a long-drawn sigh that Fred
began To feel depressed himself; be-
sides, songs were not numerous in
Fred's repertoire, and those in which
| there was no allusion to drinking
could he counted on half his fingers. -
| Then he borrowed the bar-keeper's
violin, and played, one after another
| the airs which had been his fayorites
| i'm the days of his courtship, until
| Crayme exclaimed:
Say, Fred, were not playin church;
give us something that don't bring all
of fellows dead friends along with
it.n
Fred Redeemed, swung his bow vic
iously, and dashed into "Natchez Un-
der the Hill" an old air which would
have delighted Offenbach, but which
will never appear in a collection OF
classical music.
"Ah! that's something like music, +"
exclaimed Captain Crayme, as Fred
paused suddenly to repair broken
string. ~ never hear that but
think of Wesley Treepoke, that used
to run the 'Quitinan;" went afterward
to the Rising Planet, when the Quit
mans owners put her on new line
as an opposition boat, Wess and |
used to work things so as to make
Louisville at the same time-he going
up, going down, and then turn about
and we always had glorious night
OF it. with one ar two other lively
boys that we'd pick up. And Wess
had fireman that could fiddle off old
'Natchez' in a way that would just
make a corpse dance till its teeth rat =
tied, and that fireman would always
be called in just a. we'd got to the
place where you can't tell what sort OF
whiskey It's you're drinking, and, |
tell you, twas 50 heavenly that fel
low could forgive the last boat that
beat him On the river, or stole II land
ing from him. And such whiskey "a
| Wess kept. used to go cruising around
the back country, sampling little lots
| run out of private stills. He'd alway~
| find nectar, you'd better believe
Poor old boy! the tremens took him
| Off ut last. He hove his pilot over
board iast before he died, and put a
| bullet into Pete Langston, his second
clerk-thcy were both trying to hold
| him, You see-but they never laid it
| up against him. / wish | knew what
| became of the whiskey he had on
| hand when he walked Off-no don't
either; what am | thinking about ?
But | do, though If DON'T
| Fred grew pale: he had heard OF
drunkards growing delirioas upon
ceasing to drink; he had heard Of
men who, in periods of alteration,
were impelled by the motive of the
last act or recollection which strongly
impressed them; what if the captain
should suddenly become delirious,
and try to throw him overheard OF
shoot him? Fred determined to get
the captain at once upon the guards
no, into the cabin, where there would
be no sight of water to suggest any
thing dreadful-and search his room
for pistols. But the captain objected
to being moved into the cabin.
The boys" said the captain, allud-
ing to the gamblers, ''are mighty
sharp in the eye, and like as not
they'd see through my little game,
and then where'd my reputation he "
Speaking Of the boys reminds me of
Harry Genang, that cleaned out
that rich Kentucky planter at bluff