The Dawson journal., 1884-02-14
KIT WARREN.
He Shows How His Hopes Wore
Crushed by n ii stor. cal Inter-
pOsatiOn.

pOEatlOn.
1t was in autumn Of eighteen hun
dred and-no. matter what. I was
attending the big fair at Richmond,
Va. Thousands and thousands of
people were in attendance. Every
thing was on exhibition and it seem
ed as if all the inventors, discoverers
and pateutees of the universe were
swarming and. squirming there.
Here was a peddler vending his iron
haded knives with a terrible roll of
his rs and such corporal Aexions and
sopelilexions as made it appear as if
the whole body and alb the limbs
were aiding the tongue to worry
though the labors of the most diff.
cult and important auction that ever
occurred. "Gentlemen. | am dumb
with wonder. absolutely mute with
aStonishment when / gaze upon the
scene before me. This splendid
pocket knife, ivor-r y handle. br-r-
ass mounted, silver tinted, with two
blades made Of the purest polished
steel is actually about to be knocked
off for the triiing sum of one dollar
and you all stand around, with Your
hands in your pockets up to your
elbows and look as unconcerned as
if nothing special was happening.
Oh, for another Joshua that the sun
might stand still to witness such
spectacle"
Each knife sold, had to be deliver
ed over the heads and in the view of
several spectators the amount of
The bids grew less, and the last
saw of the auctioneer he had cried
off one of the same knives, over
Which he Lad been so eloquent, at
twenty cents with the privilege of
the lot and declared that his family
were beggars and his country ruined.
Leaving the knife man l presently
discovered a peripatetic seed orator.
Tie had a secretary strapped to his
shoulders and was occasionally stand
ING before an assembly End occasion
ally passing through the grounds
everywhere and all the time preach
ing the gospel Of the only true ortho-
doX seeds ever planted, all of which
blessings were slowed away in his
own pigeon holes aud not to be found
anywhere else on earth. His corn
would produce equal to any spoken
Of in the book Of Joseph even when
planted on land too poor to raise a
fuss on. He was a philanthropist,
go4ng about to do guod, spending
the few years Of bis allotted time in
bettelinS the condition of his poor
fallen fellow-creatures, he would
therefore sell this matchless corn at
ten grains for five cents or three
hundred for q dol!ar-less than half
Of the original cost. Wheat, hareley,
oats, rye, maize and everything else
were sold at the same hurful figures
Presently large crowd collected
around him he made voluminous
and most amusing speech in which
he dwelt on all kinds of seed, not
excepting the seed of Abraham.
His stock was soon sold out and
he returned to the storage room for
a new supply On his return | acci-
IDENTIFY met him, SOLO. "I want to
sell you some seed corn sir, the best
corn
Il don't make corn"
"Don't make corn? don't make
corn, why, where are you from ?"
Georgia"
"Ah then, you ara the very man
Pm hanting fo.; have here, the
best cotton seed.
Il don't make cottou.'
you don't! then, what do YOU
make?
4 don't make anything but mis-
takes lie giared wildly at me and
passed on.
The next morning I went to the
Yorktown depot with friend who
was leaving on the train. He there
introduced me to charming young
lady and with "a smile, commended
me to her watchcare and protection.
look Miss Jennie under my wing
or she took me under her wing or we
both took each other under both our
wings orwell at all events ten
o'clock found us together at the &ir
ground. She there made. me ac.
4uainted with her father and mother.
and. brothers and sisters, and several