American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1880-11-27

Mr. EDITOE:-Hm spilin' to say
some things about your city. Ii L
was Il writer | think l could show
them up 50 that your city dads
would take hold and relieve Us
wagoners of our troubles, losses
and veXations, besides a sight OF
cuss words which are bound to slip
out when we come town.
In the first place we can't afford
to haul from Ieake, Scott and Attala
over these bad roads, feed for the
town stCck-why, it is shameful
to watch the audacity of your free
lunchers Gas the boys call them).
Let us Get to town, cold, wet and
mad, get off our wagon, step into the
Ruby to get small "sympathizer'
and by the time we en- get back to
the door, we hear some kind friend
say, ''lookout, mister, the COWS are
into your wagon, "-sure enough,
there they are, helping themselves
70 the fodder, while "a couple of
long noSed old sOwS are trying their
best to root the bottom out Tor the
corn.
Now Mr.. + Iitor, Amt it enough to
snatch the cuss words out OF any
Ieven tempered mar? II should
smile and remark" that it was. Ii
looks as if the ring leaders had
divided the town. The Dancy squad
of hogs, with the old black SOW,
takes the east and north, while the
Hargnn crew and the old white
SOW and ahoats take the south and
west side; every wagon is closely i'll
Spected as it. comes in, and you
may BET, by the time they go
through it, you will have no feed
hat night. They can stand on
their hind feet like circus
horse and take the top bundle. Now
rs for those two old sharp Eosed
sows, they are simply outrageous.
To root the bottom out of one OF
| DR.. Orrick's new wagons Amt moth
ing. They will rear up on Il mule,
take off the sick and strip It of s
contents sooner than Texas regi>
ment could a watermelon patch.
Mr.. Editor, think 1 am abour
even on the COW question. Time be-
fore last, when L was DOM, they
made raid OH my wagon and
cleaned me out. Maybe l want
mad. But, says to myself. I'll be
even with you yet; so, when l came
again, l stopped mt Bro. Gurley's,
got me one of those long, regular
cow-spli'ters, fixed it on my new
stock, drove Buck and Starring (my
TWO steers) ronnd on the square,
popped my whip and halloed-
Whoa, Buck! what's you bout
Star,ing!" several times, to let the
Tree lunchers know I'd come. ]
hen got up in my wagon under the
!cover and waited. 1t want long
before they came saunterIng down
he street, looking as innocent as
town orphans. The old COW made
out she knowed Buck (rny off steer
and over she como to see him. She
spied the fodder, reared up on her
hind legs, aud went for it. / waited
until her head was under tie cover.
EwIirfi come down on her face and
sycs With n pine knet several times
before she could fall hack-jumped
out OF my wagon aud began on her
vifsl my new whip. Now, the way
she got away from that wagon was
sssssiH &. So, when l come to town
now, / just pop that whip, say
"whoa Buck. what you doing Star
ling; and if hat COW is in he ring,
she starts off as if she had urgent
business on the other side of the
square.
SEQ in your last issue call to
rid the side walks of tramps, vaga-
bonds. etc SO say |, and by all
means let the streets be cleared OF
those free>luuchers, and your city
fathers will have the best wishes
of an OLD WAGNER.