The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1879-12-19

with q crow bar. 1 am not sure tnat
Port did not resort to the cotton press
in the process of cramming; howbeit,
he left his valise well stored and Sc
curely fastened, saying, with due SOL
emnity, he would return after the
waning and waxing of few moons.
Ports palfrey ready, and his dunnage
sschecked for Troy,''-there is Troy
in Catahoula-I accompanied him to
the ferry landing, and, as the song
writer has it,
r.: eve parted by the river side."
And that this veracious chronicle may
not be imperfect, let it be said, that
the parting of two such aspiring MIN
rods. like that of Burns and his High
land Mary,
sswas fu' tender.''
I saw Port mount the waves OF the
Ouachita, which here, as all along the
length of this parish, separates not only
friends, but likewise the offspring of
the same mother, and go safely up the
opposing bank. He was cheerful and
high-spirited, as he should have been
in the dutiful and most pleasing under
taking of going to see his father and
mother, and I even participated, for
lack of the self-same incentive it may
be, in the certain pleasure of the re-
union.
My cheerful companion, or leader in
woodscraft, was gone-going at slow
pace to be sure, but was gone, never
theless, leaving with me the injunction
that L must send him the TELEGRAPH
of last week, to Big Greek postofhce,
La, which promised to do. I Won
der what Port will think of it. Jomack,
who, feared, would really mistake
me for a turkey, has been cackling
hilariously over my shabby conceits,
and I have been assured that the sketch
was amusing. One reader has dared
say that he read it twice. What Port
will say, am curious to know.
Any way, found Port clever, en-
joyable saynelA of the woods, and not a
bad fireside companion either. And
by way of embalming his memory,
am tempted beyond endurance to place
one of his life episodes on record, in
the doing of which hope not to have
the attentive ear of any of my lady
readers, as it is a story in which they
are not in the least concerned and the
bare recital of which will make the
jute and the lunatic curls, like the
quilts of tho fretful porcupine, ttstand
on end" God save the hair pins!
Port was in bed-recumbent on his
downy couch. spake to him (the in
telligent compositor will not mistake
this word for spoke, as I caught him
doing last week y and said, ''Port, you
have gathered together great many
amusing things in your travels, have
found out"
eyes, 1 have picked up a right
smart in my travels. I'll tell you a
funny title thing that happened once"
said Port, and which was called to his
restless mind, no doubt, by the simple
of fever.''
was irving boards for a man in
Alabama, said Port, and he had sew
eral daughters, great, big strapping
girls. With one of the daughters I
was we'll acquainted. One day, said
Port, I was hard at work, and saw this
young lady near me busy cutting and
gathering blackberry bushes. I Won
dered what she was doing that for, and
asked her what she meant. Never
mind, she replied, you just come to my
room tonight, and you will find out.
There was young fellow working
there, continued Port, named Jim
Lord, a sort o. wild fellow who was at
home wherever he hung his hat up.
Jim had room all to himself, in which
there were two beds. It was July, or
August, Port was not certain which;
but Jim Lords habit was to occupy
both beds-not at the same time, but
to flop from one, as soon as it got too
hot, to the other which was moder-
ately cool, and thus change beds
throughout the night, leaving two
beds, instead of one, to be remodeled
in the morning by this young lady. 1t
$685., also Tim T,or},s habit Port said.