The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1879-06-07
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Malne regiments, now physician III ort-
land, who crossed the enemy's line one day
on a mission which will surely be found on
the credit side, with big, big c., when
his final account is made up. 1t was in the
Peninsula, in the latter days of the war;
The poor fellows in the hospital were suffer-
ing for fresh vegetables and meat, not pro-
durable from the commissary stores. So the
surgeon cast about to find them what they
needed. No other way presenting itself he
saddled his horse-which, by the way, he
brought back to Portland with him when he
returned from the war-and crossed the
river into the enemy's country. He soon
found farmhouse, and bought Some sweet
potatoes, some eggs, and a dozen chickens,
all of which he hung to his saddle. The
only person at the farmhouse was pretty
young woman. "The men are all away,
fighting you uns," she said. 1t was so long
since the Doctor had seen a pretty face that
he fingered to take another look at it. In
short he left his horse and went intothe
house. The conversation was interesting
she was good talker-and just as he was
saying that this fratricidal war should not
separate two hearts that ought to beat as
one, just as he had unreservedly adopted
the policy of conciliation, she happened to
look out of the window and exclaimed:
''Yank, you gitv' He looked too, and he
got. He saw two horsemen, wearing butter
nut coats, riding down hill not far from
the house. He stayed for no farewells, but,
rushing out of the door, jumped upon his
horse and made for the river. The race
was a hot one, but the good mare-a racer
he had picked up on some Virginia planta-
tion-carried him safely through. He
reached the stream, and crossed it, his pur-
suers discharging their carbines and ripping
the water about him. When he got on the
opposite, the friendly shore, his eggs had
broken, and the yellowness of them, mixed
with the blood that the brambes drew from
his legs as he rode through thicket, gave
him the appearance of man sorely hurt.
The boys crowded about him with pitying
and apprehensive faces. What they said
when they found he was not wounded Yor-
ick does not know. But they might have
permitted themselves pun at his sorry
plight, and exclaimed, 80 psha,op'
AT the Greenback Convention the other
day-the story is too good to keep-a promi-
nent Greenbacker sent down to bookstore
on Exchange Street to borrow Bible for
the use of the chaplain. The bookseller
grew red in the face at the request, and re-
fusing to giant it, flew into passion.
'I won't trust these Greenbackers," he
shouted, ''they will steal Bible or any
thing else they can get their hands on to.
I've had one experience with them. One of
them came into the store over year ago
and bought Bible-a family Bible, with
brass clasps and maps and concordance
and had it charged. tried for six months
to collect the bill and couldn't. Everytime
l went to him he said he couldn't pay it and
wanted me-he is a barber-tO take it out in
years." 1.-THE bookseller has a handsome
patriarchal beard of which he has reason to
be proud "and 1 wouldn't do it for the
whole Greenback party. After while got
tired of dunning him, and concluded Iwould
work up the account ia hair-cutting,-if l
lived long enough. So went down to the
barber-shop one day, though my hair was
pretty short then, and said would have my
hair cut and a shampoo Well, he got me
into the chair and clipped one-haf of my
head, and then stopped short and said: i
have gone into bankruptcy, and it would be
unjust to the rest of my creditors if | should
give you any advantage. 1 shall have to
iol, fi1icI ,o1
cash. And the confounded swindler made
me fork over twenty-five cents before he
would go on and finish the other side of my
head. - the Greenbackers"-He the
bookseller dropped into Pinafore, and
spelled the word with the biggest kind of a
letter-"not a Bible will they get out of me
unless they pay cash for it. I've got enough
of them and their BARRIERS. That - there
the big letter came in again) --c can't
swindle me again." The barber didn't even
give him a note for the book, though he did
offer him song.-This story has one merit
there is more truth in it than in the reso-
lutions adopted by the Convention that day.
A correspondent, ''Wesleyan'', writes
concerning dog Latin:
The longest and most ridiculous specimen of
doggerel Latin have ever met with is the Gu
rious Polemo-midinnia inter Vitarvam ct Ne
bernam, first published anonymously in 1854,
but afterward acknowledged by William
Drummond of Hawthornden. The poem, dor
it is written in hexameters) is of considerable
length, and 1 think published with Drum
mond's other works. 1 can quote only the first
few lines:
"Nymphae, quae colitis highissima monte Fayava
Seu vos Pittenuema tenent seu Crelia crofta
Sive Austria domus, ubi wat haddocus in undis
Codlineus ingens, ct fieucca ct sketta pererrant
Per costam ct scapulis lobster mony footus in uds
Creepat ct In modiis ludit whitenius undis"
y. H., welcome correspondent, who
insists upon the 'we' with all of Tony We'll
ler's strenuousness, contributes the follow
ing. He takes it for granted that the Con-
necticut g-story is familiar to all the read
ers of the Drawer. Very likely some OF
them are not acquainted with the romance
of the English clergyman, or fail to remem
ber that one of the many and huge lies he
told about the Colony. The story is extrav-
agant enough to be told again. Perhaps Y.
II. will undertake the irksome task OF repeat
ing a thing well-known to him but never
learned or dimly remembered by others:
1t was our good fortune to lately meet with
garrulous and credulous old lady who num-
bered among her ancestors one of that band
who, ON the morning after the notorious Battle
of the Frogs, chronicled by the veracious histo-
rian of Connecticut as having happened q
Windham, saw the slaughtered of the night
before, and had related the minutest details Of
that event to his descendant, my talkative in
formant. This lady had many stories of the
| olden time to relate, but none seemed to so in
spire her as this nor was there any in whose
truth she so thoroughly believed The ingenu-
ity with which she found provocation to relate
this wonderful occurrence, together with the
genealogical tables and evidence of authentici.
| ty, was only paralleled by the astonishing ac-
curacy with which she each time narrated it.
| The hearing of the recital became somewhat
| tedious with the frequent repetition; but it
would have been cruel to have manifested any
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