The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-10-27

Scenes at Salisbury Curses mt Premium
Tho Autocrat of the Dinner Table.
SALsBURG, Oct. il, 1883.
DEAR CHIEF: ....
Your correspondent arrived at this plac
of sweetness and non-repose on Monda.
last, and found Salisbury sugar mill in
state of confusion-the general though or
roneous impression was that it was in tht
State of Louisiana. The vast rollers, some
how or other, did not work with that seren
ity and smoothness that should character.
ize the movement of all we'll regulated
machinery, and besides all this, the estab-
lshment was undergoing the stir incident
to the commencement of grinding. Strange
to say, however, that after two or three
days presence of your correspondent every
thing settled down to work in good order
and smoothness. [ mention this as matter
suming that was tho glorious cause that
brought about this magnificent effect.
Grinding is a new thing to me, and while
the work is not as 'soft'' as some occupa-
contains SO many features that compel a
strangers admiration. For instance, the
engineer. He is the idol Of the establish
ment, and as he struts around his charge,
arrayed in SLEEK and oily robes Of filth, he
hwakens feeling of awe within me, and
would that l had the pen of a Bentley to do
him justice Nothing pleases any of the
operatives of tho mill more than to be no
ticed by the engineer. 1t does not make
my difference what the character of the
notice is-whethor it is a curse or a blow
it has the same sffect. IF Mr.. Klopman
would use an expressive expression to one of
the cane-toters, the probability is that the
cane-totor would leave the plantation-and
perhaps thereby cripple the operations of
the mill; but if the engineer should utter
words not i'll good reputation with Sunday
school books to the same cane toter, or
knock him dead for about twenty minutes,
why the man would not only be intoxicated
with happiness for month to come, but
would actually be the envy of every body.
The eng iheer's "damn " is more express
slve, moro musical to the sugar-house
operatives than any golden line of verse
that has fallen from the inspired pen of
poet since sweet Sappho struck her tune
full Tyre. By the way, it is the easiest thing
in the world for man to strike a liar in
this nelghborhood. He can do it with his
eyes shut. The striking of Sappho's Tyre
centuries age dwindles into insignifcance
when compared with the enlarged and
splendid achievements in the way of striking
liars at the present day. Sappho didn't
live in America, though. She lived in
Greece. However, there's plenty of grease
about sugar-house, and it seems to me
that it rather helps than impedes the opera
ton. So will not try to make any excuse
for Sappho's shortcomings. But to return
to my subject-the engineer. ALI it in
spires met makes Iny hair raise. But
am the first man whose hair was raised
when there was an inyun near2
Strike with hand Of fire, oh weird mu-
stefan, thy harp, strung with Apollo's gold |
en- hair. Fill the vast cathedral aisles with
symphonies sweet and dim, deft TOUGHER of |
the organ keys. Blow, bugler, blow, until
thy silver notes do touch and kiss the MOON
lit waves, and charm the lovers wandering
MD the vine clad hills." But know your
sweetest strains are discords compared
with the engineers oaths-the words That
Hill every eye with light, and every heart
l.
with COY. ripping river of profanity,
when thou fowest from the tobacco stained
lips OF the engineer, thou art the blessed
boundary line between the beasts and men.
hna every hayward wave of thine doth
arown some fretfGl fiend OF care! Oh en-
sineer,s cuss, rose-lipped daughter of joy,
mere are dlmples enough in thy cheeks to
catch and hold and glorify all the tears
Of grief. Whew-w-w?
The other night when went to the simmer
room, some genius of good luck directed
me 10 the engineers seat In q few mo-
nents the engineer made his appearance
Ills expression was: Oh, you = son of a
gun-you weazen faced skunk, you slab
ided fool; you ever get in my seat again,
III be- if don't break every = bone
n your : body : you'll! Oh, bliss, my cup
II COT JOY, / should have said, was run
ing over. | had attracted the attention
II the engineer. The echo of his fierv ex-
PRESTON sounded like the distant mumbIino
II a profane thunderstorm, and it sweDt 4
'ver my soul like the breezcs of peace over
he breast OF dreaming sorrow! | am too
uh (of cane-jnice) to write more. am
'appy, happy, happy! [ am the envy of
il. Oh, JOY, oh, bliss. Oh-hello, a
G. Mr.