Morning journal and courier., 1889-05-08
Hen Butler Badly Bothered.


 "I was up at State fair at Manchester, N. H., said Governor Warmoth, of Lon isiana, the other day, "away back in 1873. It was the usual sort of New England fair -an agricultural horse trot with brass band and political speeches. Ben Butler was up for the speech. The audience was on the grand stand ,one side the race track, and Ben Butler and the rest of ms big guns in the judges' stand on the other side. Fellow citizens of my native State,' be- gan the bold Ben, I shall address you to-day on the subject of federal, State and munich pal taxation
 "Butler sailed along and had got we'll warmed up when corn fed farmer drove along the track with twenty yoke of oxen and a cart piled up with corn, pumpkins and other farm products and 8 couple of buxom country girls on top. He was proud of that turnout and took his time getting by the grand stand. Of course Butler had to stop till it got out of the way. Then be began again and warmed up once more. By that time another farmer had got jealous of the impression the first one had made, and he came jee having down the track with thirty
 yoke of cattle and still bigger cart loaded
 away up with big sqHashes and pumpkins
 and four slashing looking red checked girls on his load, each one holding red ear of
 corn in her hand. Well, that outfit made big sensation on the grand stand and attract
 ed more attention than Jim Robinson driving
 8 twenty horse circus chariot would. Of
 course Butler had to stop again. He was
 getting mad.
 "'Can't this thing be stopped?" he asked, I don't want to be headed off by every Jake in New Hampshire who wants to make hely show of himself
 'So some one was sent off up the track to stop further Interruptions, and Butler got along as far as fifthly, and was getting red in the face, when what should come along the track but another caravan. This one had nearly forty yoke of oxen, every one seven footer, as sleek as bulls and as fat as butter. The cart was full of apple butter and school marms, and the grand stand knew them all
 and went wild with delight. To say that
 Butler was mad would be useless. He got his eyes almost wide open.
 elf another one of those internal cattle shows comes along,' said he, 'I1l leave the platform. will be d-d if I am going to be broken in upon every ten minutes.' "This time messenger was sent up the track, who headed off all the rest of the procession, and Butler went along swim- mingly for 8 quarter of an hour longer, when big brass band struck up back of the grand stand. It was visiting band from somewhere up the State; it thought it was some pumpkins, and it just put ill and blew for dear life. Lord, what 8 noise it made But Butler wasn't going to be 'phased' by a big brass band, even if two thirds of the crowd were craning their necks for sight of the musicians. Just then the fire bells over in Manchester set up an internal clang whsnging, and every engine in the city had paraded out into the fair grounds. Down ! the track they tore at full speed, one after { another, fires up, smoke rolling out of the ! stacks, bells changing and horses laying their bellies almost on the ground, while every boy in Manchester chased along behind, yell ' ing like demons by the grand stand, tum- ! bling over each other to where the fire ! was.
 "That was the end of it. Butler tore up ' his notes and danced all over the platform, \ blue with rage and swearing like trooper, | while I climbed down behind the stand ! where could laugh"