Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-03-05

to be thrust In an eel skill, anu nuns
up to dry in the tropic from May to
September every year. or one thing
YOU may rest assured-if there be any
thing like justice done to you hereaf-
ter, you will have scant fare, bad
cooking and fry for ever, wherever
you go. Prefer eel to terrapin! Toni"
"Sah"
Bring me a clean calabash Of wa
ter, and hand the jug. A little Jamai-
ca, my good fellow, to wash down our
Grecians. Prefer eel to terrapin!
George Dennison, you have done at
last? How the poets eat! Mr.. wilkins
you have not finished? Come sir,
don't spare. the pie. 1t is not every
day that happiness walks into ones
/ lodgings and begs one to help him.
self. It isn't every day that one cap
lures such terrapins as these, and sits
down to such cooking and compound
ing. Tom and myself are good against
world in arts. What! no more?
Well, I can't complain. / too have
done, little morsel more excepted.
Tom, hand me that tureen. I must
have another Of those eggs"
The epicure scooped them up and
swallowed.
What a fiavor--how rich: All!
George, this Is a day to be marked
the vessel. I have done enough" =.
Xxi, NAUSEA, you no leff any eggs"
mo eggsi" cried the gourmand;
why, what the deuce do you call that,
and that and that?" stirring them
over with the spoon as he spoke.
"Bless me, / did not think there were
half so many. Stop, Tom, will take
but a couple more, and then-there--
that will do-you may take the rest"
The negro hurried away with his
prize dreading that Porgy would
make new discoveries; while that wor-
thy, seasoning his calabash of water
with moderate dash Of Jamaica from
the Jug beside him, concluded the re-
past to which he had annexed 80
much Importance.
$50 much is secure Of life! ne ex-
claimed, when he had done. Il am
satisfied have lived today, and moth
ing can deprive me Of the 22d June,
in the year Of our Lord one thousand
seven hundred and eighty, enjoyed in
the Cypress Swamp. The day is COM
pleted; It should always close with the
dinner hour. 1t is then secure-we
cannot be deprived Of It; 1t is record
ed in the history Of hopes realized. and
Of feelings properly felt. And, bark!
the major seems to think with me,
~
Wilkins-old fellow-if you'll give me
helping hand in hosting on this
coat"-taking 1t from the bough OF q
tree Che had dined, we may add, In
his shirt sleeves)-''you will save me
from exertions which are always un-
wisely made after dinner. So! that
will do. Thank you! 1t is a service
to be remembered"
The camp was all astir by this time.
Porgy looked around him coolly, and
chafed at the hurry which he beheld
In others.
"Ho! there. Corporal Millhouse, see
to your squad. my good fellow. Dem
nison, my boy. you will ride along with
me. / shall want to hear some Of that
new ballad as we go. All! boy, we
shall have to put some Of your ditttes
into print. They are quite as good as
thousands Of verses that are SO honor
ed. They are good, George, and
know 1t, II nobody else. So no.
There! Tom, you rascal, will you be
at that stew all day? Hurry you sa-
BILE son of Ethiop, and don't forget to
unsling and pack up the hambone.
Needn't mind the calabashes We can
get them every where along the road.
What, you're not about to carry that
snake along with you, Doctor Oaken-
burg! Great heavens! what a rep
tile taste that fellow has! >. Ha!
Lance, my boy, is that you? Well,
you relished the pie, didn't your"
Twas good, lieutenant"
Good! 1t was great! But you are
in a hurry Mounted already! Well,
I suppose I must follow suit. I see
the majors ready to mount also. Do
me a turn, Lance; help me on with
my belt, which you see hanging from
yonder tree. 1t takes In q world OF
territory. There! That will do"
Humphries now rode up.
ITO horse, lieutenant, as soon as
you can. The majors looking a little
wolfish." =.
cay, ay! needs must when the devil
drives. And yet this moving just after
hearty meal upon terrapin! Terra
pin stew or pie seems to impart some
to him who feeds upon 1t. must
think Of this; whether 1t Is not the
case with all animals to influence with
their own nature, that of the person
who feeds on them. 1t was certainly
the notion of the ancients. A steak OF
the lion might reasonably be supposed
to impart courage; wolf and tiger
should make one thirst for blood;
and"-seeing Oakenburg ride along at
this moment-"who should wonder
suddenly to behold that crane-bodied
cormorant. after eating fried eel, sud-
denly twisting away from his nag,
and. with squlrm and wriggle, sliding
off into the mud? If ever he d!sap-
pears suddenly, 1 shall know how to
account for his absence"
Thus 1t was that Lieutenant Porgy
soliloquized himself out Of the swamp.
He was soon at the head Of his squad,
and Singleton's orders became urgent.
Once with the duty before him, our
epicure was as prompt as any or his
neighbors. In an hour, and all was
ready to start-the partisans and their
prisoners; and, conspicuous In the
rear of his masters command, Tom,
the cook, followed closely by his dog;
mean looking cur significantly called
Stink" Never was dog more appro-
priately named. All negro dogs are
more or less mean Of spirit, but surly,
and cunning In the last degree; but
Stink was the superb of meanness
even among negro dogs. He was the
most shame-faced, creeping, sneaking
beast you ever saw; as poor or BODY
as Of spirit: eating voraciously always,
yet always a mere skeleton, besmear-
ed with the ashes and cinders In which
he lay nightly-a habit borrowed, we
suspect, from MS owner, anu SUCH was
the meanness of his spirit that, hav-
ing, from immemorial time, neglected
the due elevation Of his tail, he now
seemed to have lost all sense, and in
deed, all capability, for the achieve
ment. There 1t hung for ever deplor-
ably down, as far as 1t could go be-
tween his legs, and seemed every day
to grow more and more despicably
fond of earth. Such was "Slink" al
ways in the white mans eye; but see
"Slink" when it is his cue to throttle
fat shoat in the swamp, and his
character undergoes a change. You
then see that phase Of 1t, which, more
than anything besides, endears the
dirty wretch to his negro master
It was an evil hour for Stink, when,
under the excitement of departure, ne
suffered himself to trot ahead OF his
owner, and pass for moment from
rear to front Of his command. 1t was
not often that he suffered himself to
put his beauties Of person too promi-
nently forward. What evil mood or
presumption possessed him on the
present occasion, 1t Is difficult to con-
ceive: but Stink in proper keeping
with Tom, his owner. in the swamp,
might keep himself in perfect securi-
ty, as we'll as Oakenburg. His danger
was in passing out from his obscurlty