The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1884-03-22

Well, he said, anybody here worth know.
ing. Yes, l answered, there Is one Jer-
sey giant, six foot two inches in his
stockings and the greatest bully on re.
cord. All! what is his name? That is the
best of it; his name is George Washing
ton koscuiko Peter Bonaparte Solomon
Slimcum. Phebus, what name sx-
claimed Boyle; what is this gentleman's
profession? He spends his time cultiva-
ting bean patch, abusing the poor viii
layers and ow-beating the women and
children. Does he, indeed? then he is
the very boy for me. l wish he would
come in. Why, my dear fellow, he'd
make three of you; fact is, we all keep
to the windward side of him. No use
getting shot for such a landlubber. At
this, lanky party, with "a portentous
nose, who had been listening to every
word, remarked through his nose. Well,
suppose you naval men think your
selves laundering brave; but kin tell
you, you naval men needn't think you
are going to monopolize all the brass
and buster. Boyles ears pricked at
this, for, as you known, Rowan, he is a
regular old sea lion, afraid of nothing
from powder monkey to a serpet, SO he
bounced round on our naval friend and
snapped at him like a pugnacious bull
TERROR. What's that" want to try our
brass and bluster? where's your big gun?
tIot him out, I'd like to see him. Wal,
there he is, said the man, with a sort of
triumph; and sure enough in staggered
a roundshouldered putty faced giant,
who threw himself into chair, with a
contemptuous nod, ordered glass of
toddy hot, in voics of thunder. Boyle
remarked, am going to see if there is
any grit in him; and approaching the
chair upon which Colonel George Wash
ington kuscinsko, etc. reclined, he
perched himself Oh the edge of a table
near said, good evening, sir. Who are
youo returned the Colonel, with a vipel
ish look cut of the slant of his eye. l
am a gentleman, and my name is j. B..
Boyle; or, in other words, Junius Brutus
Boyle, L. S. N. And my name is George
Washington Kuscinsko Slimcum, and
you had better mind what you are about.
| will, thank you, understand you think
yourself a pretty considerable of a fell.
low. Sir, you are impudent. Take care,
sir, shouted Boyle, l won't stand an insult
Sha, what will you do? Do? will fight
you and blow you to the other end of
nowhere. lIo, no, you kin fight, can
you? you had better be careful, for kin
cut cent in two, | kin. Jiugo, said
Boyle, come out now my fine cock-of-the-
walk, and give us touch of your spunk
and shooting. Law sakes, calculated the
big Colonel. you can't fight at night.
Oh, yes we can; I'll manage it, We will
take two lanterns, stand back to back,
round and fire. Damned il do, l amt a
going to be consumed fool to fight in a
dark night, you just wait till tomorrow.
No sir, thundered Boyle, stamping his
foot, which, like tho Mother Carey's
chickens, was the sure sign Of storm;
no, sill. you shall tight now, or will horse
whip you. The world did MT appear to
go upon doub.s Jjuinted casters inst th en-
to the Colonel q. w. X. etc. who, sect z
there was no escape for him, had to fell
low Boyle out, the rest of us following.
We obtained two old muskets, and well
knowing that Boyle would take sure aim
and fire, We loaded the muskets with
powder only, letting neither of them
know of this ruse, tor Boyle would
have fought us all Ill turn if he had dis
back to back aud gave them each light
ed lantern, and at the word one, two
three, they started OH the twenty PAGES,
at the end OF which called stop. Boyle
wheeled round, as We could just discern
him, by the dim light of his lantern, but
George Washington Kosinsko, etc, kept
walking on. Halo! cried Boyle, haven't
you got twenty PAGES yet? No answer,
but he could see the Coloners walking
was turned into running with his light
out. Stop. shouted Boyle, and bang went
his gun, when we all rushed down tho
road; but, like snow flake on the ocean,
George Washington, etc. ETC., had van
ishsd, and from that day to this he was
story was told amidst shouts and screams
of laughter from the officers. l..