The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1884-06-28

Nan 0TeFbored.
IBlll Nye. in Puck.l


SAID Misery Brown one day while
We sat1lying on the dump of the
Blue Tail Fly, Il am prone TO
allow that the more you prohibit
the more you all at oncc--dis-
cover that you have more or less
failed to prohibit
Now you can win man over to
your way of thinking sometimes,
but you mustn't do it with the butt
end of a telegraph pole. You
might convert him that way, per-
haps, but the mental shock and
chronological coneussion of the
argument might be disastrous TO
the convert himself.
"A man once said TO- me that
rum was the DEVILS own drink,
that Satan's home was filed with
the odor of hot rum, that perdltion
was soaked with spiced rum aud
rum punch. You wot not said
he, the ruin rum has rot. Why
Misery Brown said he, rum is my
bette noir.' | said / didn't care
what he used it for, he'd always
find 1t very warmingto the system.
l told him he could use ii for
a hot bette noir, or blanc man &c,
or any of those fancy drinks; l
didn't care.
"But the worst time l over had
graphing with the great enemy !
reckon, was In the latter years of
the war, when pretty near squash
the rebellion. Grim-visaged war
had worn me down pretty well l
played the tuba In tho regimcntal
band, aud began to sigh for
peace.
awe had been on the march oil
summer, 1t seemed to me. We'd
travel through dust ankle.deep all
that day that was just like ashes
and halt In tho red-hot sun 8 min.
utes to make coffee. We'd make
our coffee in five minutes, and
sometimes we'd make II In the mid
die Of the road; but that's neither
here nor there.
1--WE finally found ont that we
would make q stand in o certain
town, and that the q. M. had two
barrels Of old and reliable whisky
in store, We also found out tina
we couldn't get any for modica
: purposes nor anything else. AL
we could do was to suffer on on,
wait till the war closed. l didn'
: feel like postponing the thing my
self, SO began to investigate
The great foe of humanity wa
stored In a Tobacco house, and tn
@. NJ. slept three nights betwee
I tho barrels. The chances for
. dcbauch looked peaked and slii
a in the extreme. However, ther
). was a basement below, aud l GO
b in there one night with q half inc
/. auger and two wash.tubs. Latte
J. on there was sound Of revelr
1 by night. There was considerabl
0 'on with the dance, let Joy be VI
:. confined
@ "The next day there was q spol
}. gy appearance on the top Of I'll
d head, which seemed to be conf
Q cd to our regiment, as a result
o the sudden giving way. as II wer
n of prohibitory restrictions. II wi
a a very disagreoable day, I remer
r. ber. All nature seemed clothed
70 gloom, and r. e. Morse, p. ID. c
4. seemed to be in charge of Il
4. proceedings. Rcd-eyed Regr'
4. was everywhere.
a. 1--WE then proceeded to ycarn 4
o the other barrel Of woe, that v
o might pile up some moro regrs
D. and have enough misery to last
j. through the balance Of the col
Is paign. We acted on this sugge
r. tion, and with a firm resolve al
al the same halfinch auger, we sto
"a once more into the basement Of u
"a tobaco-house.
ia II bored nineteen consecuti'
n. holes into the atmosphere, and th,
r. an intimate friend bored twent
n seven distinct holes in the foo
st only to bore through the bosom
u. the night with a dull thud. Elev,
Is of US spent the most Of the mig
10 boring into the floor, and at tbr
fe o'clock. .. M, it looked like q ha
ID mock, it was SO full Of holes. II
III quartermaster slept on through
8. all. He slept in very audit
is tone of voice, and every now al
L. then we could hear him slumb,
a ing on.
n. AT last we decided that he W
Is sleeping middling close to th
barrel, so we began to bore clos
to the snore. Ii was my turn
J" bore. I remember, and | took Il
o auger with a aheavy heart. Ibor'
10 through the door, and for the fl
~ time bored into something besid
" oxygen. Tt was the quartermast'