The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-09-07

J a O4Su OI POTATOES d ID L "a
SIDE Gilcr1sse, Hemphill ran and
grabbed the head waiter by the collar
and dragged him up to Mcclellan, say
Ing in a loud voice don't you see Col.
mcclellan wants some more ice tea and
Irish potatoes a la Ferris de- Gil
crisse?" at the same time handing him
a hve dollar bill Let us use McClel-
Ian as window and look through the
same at Calhoun county with her good
Iand and her tall trees (there is not
a tree in South Florida big enough TO
make walking stick for the sheriff
OF ST. Augustine county, Col. Joe
Perry. Let us look at the tall trees
OF Calhoun county, with jerks of We
wahitchka proving around the trunk
thereof about to cut same down. Let
/ the breath of the grand woods that
nourlshed the youth of Rivers Buford,
the Apollo of Florida, let said breath
dow on our imaginary cheek. Speak
| ing or cheek, that reminds me OF
! charlie Clark. who told me on the
steamer Ruth one night that he had
kissed certain lady person; I asked
her about it the other day and she
said that If she was offering anything
IN the line of OSCILLATION she would
! nave picked out me and not person
like Charlie Clerk. Well, we'll! but !
nelleve Charlie after all. Also consider
the Dead Lakes where millions Of
| perch live Just to support Webster
and Warren, lawyers, and consider
| We-Wa- httch-ka, home of F. BraZen
Bell and birthplace Of r. Brazen Blu
lord, aforesaid. grandma ster of F'lirta-
! ton, of the S. E. IA of the s. E. IA
! or the n. 1-2 of the Western Hemis-
J phere. Yes, consider We-wa. home Of
! HlgSlns and Hollinger; and particu-
lar!y consider Mr.. Hollinger, who made
! a speech against me in Judge Leith' S
/ parlor before the Judge got to be
| County Judge by his success at keep
! ing the peace by the methods of firing
a load of loW-more buck shot at two
dlSturbers thereof-consider Mr.. Hol-
| hnger who said that if Calhoun county
mad many more citizens like my eli
| ents. litigation, civil and criminal,
would be so numerous and prolific that
| attorneys would flock to Calhoun
county like buZzards gathering on the
| remains of a fat deer in the center of
Tate's He'll. / had been urging that
we ought to go to trial; that we were
not responsible for the absence of Mr..
Hollnger's Mariana attorney, nor for
! the TACT that Calhoun county was then
too peacable to support a resident at
| torney. Let us consider the old oak
| tree at the landing near Blounts-
| town, and the old court house now oc-
cuPted by a friend of mine whom ].
z. Echcls and I beat out Of about If
teen dollars playing stud-poker one
morning on the Crescent City before
! joined the Methodist church-let's see
WHAT'S his name-er-er- forgot
| ask Echols That was about the time
l was elected tax assessor Of Franklin
county by the skin of my teeth and
with the aid of the crap shooters vote,
| who l got to support me on the prtn-
| ciple that I was supporting them. And
| there was the up stairs of the ware
| house at the landing at Blountstown
where we played draw-poker with corn
| for chips way into the morning, the
owls in the cottonwoods on the Bristol
side of the river hooting betimes, and
Judge Malone and Judge Walker Sc
| dately fighting mosquitoes on the river
! bank. Calhoun county! Prestine home
! of Luke Lott! Present home of Luke
Griffin! the man who brought LitteIl
what voted against my mullet bill back
| to the house Of representatives the
last day of the session when LitteIl
| didn't want to come. Calhoun county!
Home of the contented saurian in the
| cypress sloughs and bayous; home OF
the Mariana bar; adopted home OF
| the tallest gentleman, physically and
| gentlemanly speaking, in Florida that
I can think of this minute, Rivers Blu
| ford's father! Old Calhoun, and the
old court house at the river with
Judge Liddon spIuttering about over
Dallas Miller and bitter against Gas
kin! Open court, Mr.. Sheriff! Call Dr.
| Eldridgei Hold up your right hand
| Be sworn Take your seat! Oyer!
Oyez! Oyer! The case of Felix Brown
VS.. the l.. and \. railroad. Is Ceph
! Wilson present? Mr.. Sheriff. call
John H. Carter from the window. Hey.
there you Felix Brown stop drawing a
map in the saw dust so that you make
the section lines follow the meander-
ings of a creek! Call Holley! There
is old Jim Parish sitting on one of the
| benches; and yonder is Captain Sam
Floyd come up to see his son, Harry,
tussle with rain bows before the jury
| and to hear John Calhoun wonder If
Liddon Brothers when they made that
| affidavit really thought CalhOun's client
was going to fraudulently carry a sec
ton of land from Calhoun county to
| Alabama. leaving a hole in the said
| county of Calhoun into which all OF
the babies and calves would fall; and
Judge Stanfill who when John Cal
houn inquired if the defendant who
was alleged to be a poor man had
! aimed two inches to the right with
| his Winchester rife, wouldn't the mig
ger, who was shot at been just as
dead as though Vanderbilt had shot
him? and Judge Stanfill ruled with a
ruling that will live longer than a
Quincy judge of the circuit court
Just as Dead" In the manner OF
my uncle Walt Whitman. Old Cal
houn county, represented by Mcclellan
who calls me Harry, and who knows
me as a fat, sassy, pug-nosed, playful
little fool, old Calhoun, out of whose
pine logs and cypress logs (stole from
the state out Of the Dead Lakes (see
John Neeley) my father got surveyors
fees to buy the paragoric that put me
to sleep when a baby in arms l had
the yelling ear-ache. Old Calhoun,
salute thee! Salutea Calhouna! and
thee, also, Hon. A. ]. Mcclellan and
Hon. Luke Griffin, do I salute, and
give you my sprig Of Laurel! and wher
your empire of deep forest stretching
almost from the state of Alabama &c
the white and green breakers of the
Florida Gulf, is filled like q section OF
Japan or China with q hundred Jack
sonvilles and Hong Kongs and Pensa-
colas pyramids Of begging womer
and starving children and hungry