Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-07-24
IMPRESSIONS OF cLARKSVlLLE.
What a Dickson County man Thought of
This City and Some of its inhabitants.

The following letter was contributed
to the Dickson County Press published
at Charlotte, in the issue of last week:
This city is on the north side OF Cum
berland river, and the people are all
christians-at least, we found no pagans
nor heathens in the place. An Irish
man soon carried us to an hotel near
the river and steamboat landing. This
was in the nlght-a cold night, too-and
If you never went up Main street in
Clarksville on cold, windy night, in
an open express, you need never want
to. You had better pay quarter extra
for warm, cozy hack. This street runs
upto and out from an opening or va
cancy called the square or market place.
Now, tie next time you read Virgil's
Enead, and see how one of the gods
tied up the evening vespers, and then
united the four corners OF his wind
sack between this hotel and the bank
bank just opposite, and said to the
winds, go! and they go whistling in
your face, stop and bring your hand
down from your forehead, in curved
and swooping manner, and over your
nose and mouth, and you can hear, or
| think you hear, sluices and cakes OF
cold fall on the pavement. / tried it;
so did Potter and Potter's nose.
make Stearne's man from the promen-
tory OF noses, part OF this letter, ex-
hibit a "cold nose" But we rushed
into the hotel, and what change. The
stove was red hot, the room warm, and
behind the clerks desk stood lean,
swarthy, small unique made kind oi
man, whose name | afterwards learned
was Bringhurst. I'll tell you directly
how learned his name. He reminded
me OF Cassius, Anthony's enemy, who
read O. nights. Sitting near the stove
was a fat, sleek, medium height, well
proportioned and goon humored man
teasing little boy. | wanted TO learn
his name, but didn't. He was JUS
such man as ought to be about every
hotel-his presence does you good. He
said one thing that tickled Potter anC
myself that III tell you when ! get to it
and that always bothers me in telling
anything-too many things get jumbleC
up together. Judge Smith can tell yo'
a tale and keep everything as straight a
woman picking up stitches, but every
body can't. On the opposite side c
the stove two wise looking fellows wer
holly engaged talking politics-that
"tariff." One held, argued and prove
to his entire satisfaction that Congress
had no power to levy an import ia
with any other object in view than t
| -o;ao covon,,o ooj .bot tho Do,,, oor rat II
platform was for tariff for revenue
and the lowest tariff for revenue, an
, talked about Morrison's s horizontal bill
The other man said he was as good
Democrat as anybody, but he was o.
posed to Morrison's bill. He arguet
showed and proved that every impo
tax on iron, steel, and everything ell
imported to the United States, was
the extent of the levy protective tarit
and while he was drawing his parable
\ and deducing his logical secu noes ar
y showing the difference between tive
dle-de and twedle-dum, my fat, slee
man near the stove told Potter and m
self an anecdote. 1t was about preac
er and his text, who after being abse
40 years took the same text, "Ar
Peters wife lay sick Of fever,h and
, good old brother asked if she was n
dead yet. He applied the tale to Il
Morrison bill. had heard that tale
my life, but never heard it oiled up ar
, sweetened like that fat man fixed
Potter laughed until his nose for t
first time became red. The Morris,
man replied that when some peor
did not have sense enough to undo