Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1904-05-04
FOR TRs CANDIDATES.
a ssseh from the Past that May appeal to
the Speakers Of Inc Present.

A subscriber from distance sends
us a copy of the Keowee Courier.
published at Old Pickeps Court
House, November 28, 1856. IL is
suggested, for the benefit of Oconee's
present crop of candidates, that we
repnblish the speech of "Old Steve o
delivered at Alexandria, Fla, on
September 4, 1859. We follow the
suggestion and reproduce here, IN
full, for what it is worth:
THE SPEECH OF OLD STEVE.
Gentlemen and feller. citizens: |
am a long ways from home, rope
bride, meal bag for saddle, to ask
you to send me TO the Legislatur.
Feller-c citizens! you all know "old
Steve" Where was the corn
shuckin' or log rollin' where / wasn't
there? Where was there COW in a
bog hole, or hog in the crack, that
[ didn't get 'em out? Where was
cold Steve" when the Injuns was
tearin' the hair off'n the heads of
your wives and children, and maxim
fiddle bows of itp Wadin' through
the cypress up to my mouth, in the
saw grass, mud and tadpoles, shouten'
at the red devils in the language of
General Jackson, "sick tranoit gloria
mundip Boys, you knows me,
'cause your granddaddys did before
you. / was born and succored among
you. was here when the Spanish
tuck down their flag; was here when
old Jackson give the Injins particu-
lar, and treated him to as good q
class of whiskey and strychnine as
any man ever drunk. And when
old Tom Jefferson sent for me to 90
to Washington was still here, with
fifteen Children and as good hoss as
any man ever rid, only she was blind
and had the bellus's. Yes, feller-
citizens, I've inharited the office, and
[ knows you're gwine to give it to
me. Feller- citizens, Pm none of
your grammar men, and knows
nothin' of your jaw brakin' words,
but edication dusn't make the man,
because 'tisn't what Washington sed
in his farewell address, tad calling
dun bona defunctiw
Kin yeu beat thatp Wasn't he
right, and amt that my handp Eel
ler- er-citizens, jest put me in the Legis-
latur if you want to see a whole
team. I'll turn Columby upside
down, bust up the railroad sistem,
turn the Gulf of Mexico into the
Suwanee river, and build bridge to
the city of New Orleans-that's me,
that's cold Steve," up to the back
bone, "Legis non capti horticultulo-
rum robis," as Lord Coke sed when
he lived at the cross roads. Yes,
feller-citizens, I'm a whole team,
waggin, driver and all, and when
yew send me to Tallyhasse, eff they
don't divide Columby, I'll bring the
darned place down here and make
gin house out'n it. And now Teller
citizens, Pve explained my pints, and
yer know what Pm at, Pm in for
splittin' up Columby, for in little
while the place'll be so big you can't
find the way home-I'll have the
Court House at my place, and I'll be
the Judge-I hain't a lawyer, but
then Pve hern 'em talk in Court an
when you want to settle pint come
to me an l won't charge ye a red,
for as Blackstone says in his Com
missaries, "Cujus ad solumjus tena-
rum plexit ad celum." Amt sum ?
And now feller- citizens, give me yer
votes, for blame my buttons cf
hain't the man ye've been lookin' fur
all the time! 'Lect me, and when
gifts to the Governor I'll give you
some of the best old rye in the coun-
try. All you've got to do is to come
to the polls, put yer tickets in the
box, and like the American Eagle,
which roasted on the head of Queen
Victory, We'll spread our wings and
shout to the balmy breezes, "multum
in parvo, facit perse !"