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Why Won’t the Girls Propose f
Tho men aro shy, tho ladios cry,
Thoir minds thoy won’t disclose;
I! it bo so, I’d liko to know
Why don’t tho girls proposo ?
At splondid brtlls, in dazzling halls,
Amid a host of boaux,
With spooking eyes, and timid sighs,
The ludios might propose.
Vo maidens fair, now ladghing thcro.
So coyly with your beaux,
Tako my advice, don’t bo o'cmice.
They’ll wod—-do you propose.
When storn papas nnd cross mamas
All marriago schemas oppose,
And beaux are shy, thoro’s no cause nbv
Tho belies should not proposo. jv
Poor Martha Mcars, for forty years
To wedlock was opposed ;
Hut now sho sighs, and whimpring erics*
“I wish I had proposed.’’
Then pity take, for hyman’s sake,
On theso unhappy beanx,
Who aro, poor elves, too shy themselves,
A marriago to propose.
—Pray, Indies, do propose.. -
A LEGEND OF KENTUCKY.
UNCLE ZACK’S STORY
BY AUGUSTUS HARCOURT.
alone in my room n few evenings
!■ zurely glancing over a lately re
l C magazine, I was suddenly startled
r. a t.fugti knock at the door.
“Who the deuce can that be at such an
muttered I, rather ill-naturedly, I
afraid.
■ in.”
..1 ihe door opened, exhibiting to my
:.wiUbed visuals the well-known figure of
. j lriend Uncle Zack (I do not think
it necessary to fill up the blank, as this is
all the name our jolly old hunter ever
He was dressed in a rough suit or brown
jeans—pretty well worn, by-the-by—hea
vy “stogy” boots —real brick-pulverizers
—a hard, shaggy, black, wool-hat, and—
and let me see, well I don’t believe he had
anything else on that is worthy of particu
lar mention'—at least 1 did not uoiicc it.
He,, stopped at the entrance to bow.—,
Don’t laugh, 6, wasp-waisted dandies l—!
and a smile of beneficent self-satisfaction |
lighted up his rubicund visage. j
“Compjn, Uncle Zack, come in : I am
happy, tp see you.” . . I
“Wail till J shake a little o’ this country j
dirt off nay stogies,” (shakes his fqet andj
walks in.) “Well, how do you do, HDy-j
how, boss? I’m monstrous glad tosee you;
why yo look as sharp as a new pin. Aim
gain’ out to see the guls or nothin’are ye?
Give us a shake of ycr pawr By jolly
toppers ef you- nipt a hosfcand no mistake.”
As it is a.very high complirt>epA to bo
compared to qpo ofj these; useful quadrupe
dal creatures by a rpon of Uncle Zack’s
class, l of the compli
ment: most highly* and, having duly satis
fied the other numerous queries, at length
prevailed on my voluntary visitor to lako
a seat.
“What’s the news about iho burg, any.--
how??!., said he, .extending bis-legs el lull
length o»d crossing them, ovor eachoilier
like a knife and .’fork at a dinner-table.—
“Anybody dead, married, .or/gone to U»li
fornv?” ■ ,
“No, I believe not, none that 1 remom.
her of. How do your crops look, wheat,
corn, etc.?” , ud , .
“Wheat!”. echoed Uncle Zock, s.anng
at me in astonishment. “By the hocus
pocos we don’t raise any down in our neck
o’ woods, and as to corn, it’s just so lun
ddr middlin’—nothin’ to brag on.
“They tell some hard stories about your
corn, around here,. Uncle Zock. >
«o, (hey are always lyin’ on us anyhow
—what’e out now ?” .
“Why. they say that you have to put a
big rock at the lower, side of every hill of,
corn, to keep the rain from washing the
soil away,, and. that when you plough it
YOU.. have:-to, go at it cork-screw fhshion,
and. wind around the hill. I never belie*
od all. this though—is it true ?
“Is every thing true that them big pnt
riots—members of Congress—tell us nboutj
thdir love for the “dear peopc andtheir
disinterested patnsm, and all that ar sott
- .‘l’VVell, I presume there’s a good deal of
i-owence in it,” observed Iquietly. . j
'-.“Romance be darned, replied Unclci,
Zack with emphasis, “Thero’s .a good;
deal of hard lying about ero, und[.that.a
jest the long and short of it. So it is with
thetalcs they 101 l about ourknob farms. (
True as cospei; thdy oiril as rich and pro;
duetihle as 1 they I ' ! might howsom-,
dnd the sentence was fimshedAvitti
O' hfeeulmr nod dr the hcadand a sly chuck
lej Wliibh might meanj “thcy do very well
OUt‘ purposes.** A profound \silence
etiteufcd'of several minutes duration. ® ur
odhVfcfrsutiohal. powers seemed exhausted;
the magazine in my hand, riridas a
rdlier glanced unconsciously at it. My
eye became attracted and I continued to
nead for! some time without being, aware
of lUr. • :
.vlaros recalled- to i the consciousness of
myoeisitor’a presence by the • abrupt quffiri
tjon.-n vni:'--.. ! . - ; ■ .
L ««Pp,ydU keep the roan horso about hero
hofc»u”‘..i-"’- -
lt ilttaw:ihorse’/ 5 repeated It puzzled to l
uwWwfPßtf W*mpamngi.-rVTlierbnt^Ov
u.ftL bW in butl don’tbelievo:
an M °of;thqmnii r Bd?fdkP l»an,nplfth oaob oi
Undo Zack looked at mo'for a rnotjviuf.
ns though.ho entertained serious doubts of
my sanity, and then burst forth a most ear
splitting hu I jin ha! continued and re-
B'ated aiintorvtrfs for several moments.
e seemed to be enjoying something huge
ly,.but .what it was 1 could not understand.
I ventured a question :
“VVhat’s the matter, Undo Znclt ?”
' “The roan horso in the stable ! well I’ll
bo split up in spare ribs, and hrilod on a
griddle if thut uint a good un,”and the old
fellow Inched again tumultuously,
“Perhaps you’ll be good enough to ex
plain yourself,”said I, somewhat ofTended
hi bis fudeness.
“The tone of my voice might have been
\ /the cause of it, or the laughter, like gas,
had all escaped, at any rate, Uncle Zuck
at length becumo sober, and settled his
countenance into an explanatory expres-
I “And yc didn’t know what the ‘roan
j boss’was—eh ?”
| “No, how should I? If I liied away
1 down among your wild, barbarous hills
'and knobs 1 might initiate myself into all
1 these mysteries, but as it is, I am still in
! blissful ignorance of your meaning.”
j “Well,” said lie, in a grase, dignified
! manner, studying meanwhile the convul
! sive patterns upon ;ho carpet attentively,
"you’ve heard of the ‘slripod pig !’ ”
“0, yes,” answered 1, greatly relieved,
•‘and so the ‘roan liosi ’ und tho ‘striped
pig’ arc synonomous terms for ifio same
! object, and thut object is a spiritual one.”
I "I don’t know what ye mean by ‘sinon*
' imous,’ case I haint no book-larncd feller,
' and never wont to sphool but two weeks
I ih all, my born days—but if you mean
[they’re both ti(C same, why ver about
right, old fplier.^’
“And 60 you want a little of the ‘roan
boss,’ alias old brandy ; well I’m sorry 1
havn’t a drop about the office.”
“Pity,” ejaculated he sentcntiously
“Yes, it is indeed. I regret it, I assure
you, exceedingly.” ' 1
“I’ll tell yo what I wish ye would do,"
said Uncle Znekj, starting and looking Up
abruptly. ■ ■ '
“Wlmf iS it IT’ w
“Why.Ofe yo uint got’no brandy about
to wcta.pnof feller’s.ivhistle, I wish yc
wouldn’t throw <|oitd so many big words
at me, as 1 don’t want to get choked this
hitch.” - : ' ' '''
T humbly promised in fuftltc to use noth-'
ing bu{ monosyllables if possible. I
~“By-tKe-by. Uncle Zack, I hti'cl almost!
forgotten to name a request thnrM'fMjl in- !
tended itjaldng. Do you
story which ybu 1 Said was connected kkltli j
the old cayo out Hit the neighborhood Of
this plijce ?” - " 1
“Whatjidbout old Surmil and the lo
gins?" -nnswored ray old friend, his eves :
brigliieninli-and his form swelling with
proud emotion. |
“Yes ; couldn’t you tell me nil about it'
now ? There’s no one to disturb us; Pete”
called I to the Ethiopian office-boy, “shut
that front door., trod if any onq inquires for
me, tell them I otp not in-*gone out to’
the country, or anything that you can
hatch up.’' 1 j
“Y r cs sah, certingly sah.” : i
“Now, Uncle Z-ick,” commenced 1, per- 1
suasively, “begin, for 1 want to put it all,j
down Iq.yvritjing,” (here I drew up the wri
ting desk, and spread out a fresh, while
sheet of paper.),.
“Put U„dq>vn in >vritin’ 1 why you skecr
“Nothing to fear .Uncle Zack, you will
look as well in writing as anybody, and
then I want to send it off to some friends
of mine, at a distance.”
“Well, well, ei it willba of any accom
odation to you, I’ll do it, of course,” said
the old fellow.
’“Apd I’ll ‘stand treat 1 when you are
done,” added‘l, consolingly, and the old
pioneer commenced :
“You’ve often this old Surmil,
(O/d Buck' they ullera palled him,) ’case
he was an old. Buck, and' no mistake —I’ll j
bbj darned ef he wor’nt. Well, one day
wpen the sun had just riz up out o’ bed ,
and opened his big eyes on.thip yCarlh o’
ourn, that the school-bosses tell .the little !
shavers at school is'asround as on onion,,
arid'-swings nfOund in the sky and turns
on its aSCs liken humbugj
theiughi I nljers ,tho T t—taint in ih,e untilr.
o’ things'lo'Wso—is, H, guyner?”,.. if ,,(
As I did not wish to give Uncje Zack a
lesson in geography just at this time, I,
shook' my head both ways,. looked wise
ond noncommittal, and tqerely
that “I had not thought rnuch upon thesyb.
ject lately.” -
AIV Visitor continued : . >• ..j.
“HoWsomeVer, that nint got nothin to
do with what I wdshgoin’ to say, nohow,
’cept thrii the sen had justriz.nnd the birds (
\i6Ve twitterin’ and holerin fit to busl lher
busdnls ; arid thh trees were a lockin’ as
ateett ds a ydurig country chap, and all ,
tho other bushes and ddins’ that the- larii-.
ed chaps call .fnntur/ ;VJwtj» tryin lher
v 9 rv bo 9 ,|o ndva.n)age l ,.li)m a
1 yo(irij* : giirl wftpn sliq;,i :
1 diveetheprt.' ‘. jek'/iifcioiitlhis i.imripld BuOlc,
Silvmit,' after edjiri’Jiis hoe-cmie and Ijftmi
1 inv and bti ffh 11>' sic a f 1 1 1 1 U k a hotion thdUie
i iVSulaillie tdiinbt'ttlKtf' 1 So Ka fbtWiaown
• his old ‘scalp ’em,’ ns lie hnd dl'k-it'uit'f’bnd
CLEARFIELD JULY 3, 1854.
way o’ callin’ his old rifle, from ofl’ the
rack in his cubin, and aftor stirrin’ her up
and swabbin her out, slung her on his
shoulder and started for the woods. He
didn’t walk very fur, now, till he come to
a great big holler sycamer tree, standin’
on the banks o’ Coon creek, jest up on u
little rise from the water. I’ve seen itthar
many u time nrterward, and maybe you
have too, colonel ?”
I had never seqn it.
Uncle Zack regretted that 1 had never
seen it, ns it was such a great big fine fel
ler, jest looked to him like “a stack o’
white cuts with green tails^sticken’ out.”
I laughed an approving laugh at this
novel comparison, and again the old nar
rator proceeded :
“Well, ns 1 wns sayin,’ Old Buck he
came up to this tree, and as he sneaked
along the grass he tho’t he heered some
thin’-a growlin’ and gruntin’ inside o’ the
tree. This kinder astonished.the old hoss.
So he jest reined himself back to hold n
consultation, like the doctors do now-n
-days over ti dead man, and see what hud
belter be done. Arler while he come to
the conclusion that he’d better climb up
the tree opiecc, ns tlier wns a big hole at
the forks, and jest slick his knowledge-box
into the hole, and tako a kinder spy glass
view of the premises. So. up ho dumb,
(1 tell ye Col. he could climb like a young
bur, he could,) and when ho got up to the
forks he jest dodged his head down into
the tree, and what upon uirtli do you sup
pose he saw
“1 could not possibly imagine—‘a pile
of bluck cuts,’ perhaps.”
*“No sir-ce, but a pile of little young
bars, all u layin’ crossways over one anoth
er, and tumblin' about jest like so many
nigger babies. Now Old Buck like a
darned old gander, ns be was, took a han
kerin’ a rifer one o’ these little varmints,
and thinks he, ‘l’ll jest let myselfdown and
grab up one o’ the young ruscals by the
tail, whisk him out and have him sale be
fore he can open his blinkers.’ Well, this
might all do very well to think about, but
there’s a considerable difference between
thinltin’about a thing and doin’ it, aint
there Col.?”
1 ogroed with Uncle Zack upon this
point. I thought there was “a very con
siderable ‘difference.”
“At nny rnto Old Buck retched down,
und he found his arms wern’t ‘thnr,’ and
that Of he ’spooled lo git one a’ these young
bars he’d,either have lo git his arms spli
ced, or git down into the treo among ’em.
wern’t so very pleasant now, ns some
o’ tno young uns might have their eye
teeth cyt, pud then there was,a chance of
’em barking a feller’s ships. Rut jipw
somever thinks old Buck, ‘l’ll risk them
iipvhow.’ So ho lets all holds go, nnd
down he lit among the young bars. The
young uns now didn’t think quite so hurd
dfft its might natcrnlly bo supposed, hasp
they wern’t hurrians ye know, Col. And
so they jest rolled over a little and flapped
out their tongues, und turned up the whites
o’ their eyes, and grunted a little, nnd
then rolled back agin. Well, Old Buck
lie stood straddle o’ the wholo lot of ’em,
sorter considerin’ which he’d take, like a
feller when he buys a horse ye know, he
[wanted to examing their pints.
“At last ho picked one out, and wuS'jcst
goin’ to grab him up, when—the lord
crnckCe.! he heerrd ail awful scramblin’
among the dry leaves, ond a crneklin of
the lirniisj and thinks he, “what in the old
scratch is the fuss now?”
“Mo soon seed wliut was the fuss, for it
was the old bar cornin’ home to her young
uns, nnd n comin-’ down the tree tail fore
most! I guess old Bucky war alween the
forks of a dilemny that time—he was that.
“What on orih |o do the old fellow didn’t
khblv. He didn’t have much time to make
up his mind about it neither ; so he sez to
me afterwards. ‘Uncle Zack,’ spys lie,
‘I thought I might just ns well ‘lake the
bull by the horns,’ and be done with it at
once, and' so as soon as the old bar slid
down within reach of my hands I made a
grab with one c.law and cotched tho old
Un by the tail, und then 1 gin n dart with
my old hunter knife with tothor hand, nnd
lord Moses ! yo just ought to seen how tho
old uh Scrabbled out o’that holldr. Whoop
I ton yo it was like tnldng a ride on the
tail ofa'cortiet, it was.”
■ “I'a.Ved Old Buck—yo see old Buck and
tve was irvtirtiatp ; I’ve borrowed the old
feller’s shfr't mariy'n time, when mine was
gettin puiched—well, I axed him how ho
got rid-of the bar, when they both gOl to
thO top tJfihe fork:”
- “ ‘Why,’ sez he;,.‘Zack, yc dratted
greenhorn, (n fpmilliar way of talking to
me,) When the bdr and me got (o.tiib top
o’ the holier at the forks o’ the treO', 1 jest
give a quick twist arid another punch with
my’kmfe, u'rid'Off tumbled the old un down
19 the ground like a rotten purfipkin,-
ATore the bid scratch had picked herself
U p-U_ye know bars alnt ns netivoias \vild
drawed my old scalp ’em on her,
triuched the ibiggei,' ‘fitish ! thunder! and
ih'ere was a dead brit,'rollin’ about qmong
the’leavds arid and ‘roarin’ like the
vfery riiii-ddyii 'hiriifeeift”’ :r
i'“Did the lierir Viirririd' rOtti‘l?i ;i fliHt,riydri- ;
nttlbriiSWriifrit.-' ■ ,I ' J
“Well she did jest before she died,” re
plied Uncle Zack. '‘lts all the same in i
low Dutch, yc know.” j
“Well, nnd what happened after that?”
“Well, let me see,” and the old hunter
scratched Ins head in a puzzled manner,
cocked his right eye knowingly, nnd con
tinued :
“O, yes, yes, what tho deuce was I
thinking about ? Why after he shot the
old bar ho jumped down agin to get his
young tin, strapped him up so he could
tote him, and then he let himself down on
tho outsido of the tree to tho ground. An
idea happened to strike Old Buck artor ho
got down on solid ground agin, that he
might jest as well skin the old bar, and
take the varmint’s bide home with him,
and so bo sot to work with his hunting
knife to do this.
“He’d hardly stuck his knife into the
carcass when whoo ! wlioo ! whoop !
yelled a ltalfa dozen or more wild Injins,
painted like heathen.
“Crack ! went a rifle-shot lemin all the
leaves of the trees around old Buck, and
sputtering in the creek lother side of him.
You’d better believe the old lellor didn’t
stay to count them that time, not lie.—
Crnbbin’ up bis young bnr, be wouldn’t
let ’em have (bat cf be could help it, and
si ingin’ old sculp ’em over bis shoulder,
ho broke off into a run, and the way be did
make the dirt fly, and the leaves, nnd the
grass fly, was a little aslomshm, to the In
gins, 1 tell ye.”
Uncle Zuck stopped abruptly here, and
appeared to relnpso into a sort of spiritu
al ecstasy. His eyes sparkled with ex
citement, His great expanded chest hea
ved like the billows of tho ocean. He
clutched bis fingers and leaned eagerly
forward, as though watching some invisi
ble pursuit, seeing with tho eyes of the
soul, but with the organs of the flesh heed
ed nothing.
I recalled Ins wandering faculties by a
question :
“Did the Indians pursue him l”
He started as though just awakened
from a mesmeric trance, looked vacantly
into my eyes, in seemingly bewildered as
tonishment, and by an effort of the will
and u gasp of the lungs, lie returned to
himself.
“O, yes, yes, sir!” replied tho old fel
low with emplmticnl animation. “Why,
by the holies, what have I been doin’ for
the last ten minutes? This old knowledge
box of mine (topping his head Ibmilliurly)
’aim sarlingly getting cracked. Seems
to me Ginral, I was dreamin’. How long
has it been since 1 quit talking ?”
“Threo or four minutes,” said I care
lessly. “O you were in a kind of mental
trance —nothing olurming—very often fall
into ono myself
ness —nothing more.”t
"And what in the dickens is that?”
“Why,” answered I musingly, puzzled
lo know how I could explain it to Uncle
Zaclt, “it’s when the thinking machine
gets on a spree and turns a Somerset or
two, while we aro not watching it,” The
explanation was satisfactory.
“I understand you,” said Uncle Zacjt.
“W'ell about the Ingins, ns soon as they
seed Old Buck grub up that little varmint
and cut dirt, why, asn nntcral consoqnenco
they tubes alter him, yellin’ and screechin’
like hull-dead wild cats. ’Twas enough
to shake the leaves of the trees—sich how
lin’. Made the young squirrels jump o(T
the top branches and nearly break their
necks, so Old Buck said to mo afterward,
It pushed the old boss mightily to keep
ahead of them, for they was fresh, yo see,
and he was rather fagged at fust. How
somever he done his best, and run like the
devil had been arter him with a long
pole,”
“Now Old Buck—l forgot to tell ye —
lrnowed wharacavo was, near about whar
he was runnin’, and so ho was a trying
his best to get up to u little patch o’ paw
paw bushes that wasgrowin’ near by, and
by dodgin’ behind those he-thot ho could
slip into the cave afore the injins could
see him. So at last when he’d run him
self pretty nigh down, he comes up to the
bushes —cave a quick dodge —jumped lo
one side- —and jest before him was the
mouth of the cave, staring out like a great
big funnel.
‘‘Old Buck jumps down into it, blessin’
the Lord for making caves in |his airth of
ourn. Now the mouth ol* ibis yer cave
was jest big enough to let one man in at a
time and no more. So, as soon as old
Ruck got in safe, he turned a big rock up
against the mouth, big enough to keep a
man out, but not so tight filin’ ns to keep
the ar from gillin in at the same time.—
The old feller nrlcr doin’ this louded up
old scalp ’em, und sot her. down leadin’
agin the rock, and thinks he, 'l’m safe
now, 6artin.’ Old Buck told me afterward
that lie panted like a scared deer—so near
out of breath you know, ginrul.
“Arter waitin’a few minilH ho lipertl (
the logins come ru'nnin’ up makio’ the
dry.branches crackle under their mocca-.
sins. They all .commenced jabbbrihg r
about, but ns lie didn’t know nothin’ about ]
[pgin gramno/tr, :>y|iy pf course he,Wouldn’t:
jheyj was : .payia\ , Op; told mq,)
though lie never afore heerd Btfeh |«)Ulterf
in’ and in all his born days. At
Mere absent-minded
Inst they happened to see the hole} one o’
’em let out n tremendous whoop! ugh! and
jumped down toward the mouth of the
envo, but Old Buck he was watchin’, and
when red-skin got in the right rnngo of
old scalp ’em, ho blazed away, and the
Ingin staggered once or twice like a drun
ken feller, und then pitched headforemost
—dead !
“Well the other ingins was cautious af
ter this how thoy come nenr the mouth of
the cave, and nil commenced jabbering
umong themselves ngin. While they was
a talken’ umong 'cmsclves Old Buck seed
somethin’come runnin’down into tho hole
—somethin’ red, and hot, and smokin’, —
drippin’ down slowly, and sez lie, ‘I won
der what it is?’ So he jest stooped down
and teebed his linnd in it, and he told me
nrterward he (hot he would give up tho
ghost right away.”
“And what was it V' 1 inquired eagerly
“ The dead Ingins blood ! drippin’ and
failin’ down on Old Buck like spirit water!
“But they didn’t give him much time to
think about gettin skeered at dead blood
for they soon raised a smoke, and collect
in’ all the dry brush and rotten limbs that
they could find, they commenced buildin’
a fire to smoke him out. Now the old
fellow hadn’t tholof this at all. Here he
was, cooped up in a hole like a mink, and
these darned cowardly hell-cats goin to
make bacon out of him. Human nature
couldn’t stand it. The old feller was bi
len hot, and so he jest loaded up his old
'rifle and Sticking it out blazed away.—
l But as he couldn’t seethe red-skins, of
I course lie jest wasted his ammunition and
got no game. Ingins, all hollered and
luughcd at the old cluip, thiukin' how nice
they had got him.
I “Soon us the dry brush begin to burn
'they took and pitched down it to the mouth
! of the cave, and then piled lcavos and ev
erything they could git on to raise asmoke.
■ Pretty soon the smoke begin to ooze down
idown into tho enve, and Old Buck ho be!
I gun to feel a little sort o’ oncomfurtablc. —
’So he commenced lookin’ round and sec
it)’ tlio cave was monstrous big, and look
ed as if it run considerable way under
the ground —as soon as the smoke got too
bard on him, be kinder retreats back, fust
jstoppin’ up the mouth as well ns he could,
’to keep the Ingins from follerin him.—
’Well, he kept retreatin’ nrtd the smoke
’kept follerin’ up, and the logins on the
'outside yellin', whoopin’ and dancin’ like
1 young devils on a splurge, and the old boss
began' to feel kinder low sperited. Settin
down on a great big rough rock ’way back
; in the dark part of the cave, where the wa
' ter kept drippin’ from the roof, and the
lizards, (ther’ was lots of ’em jn there)
kept jumpin’ and skippen about like young
spring squirrels; sometimes creepin’ up
Old Buck’s leggins and crnulin on his
shoulders, slickin’ their noses in his ears
nnd then runnin’ off agin. O, 1 tell ye,
’iwns dreadful io hear him talk about it.
Muke ycr flesh creep all over, guvnor.—
Tho old boss tliot lliat hi? last bar-hunt
wa,s over in this world, and ho begun to
think about bein’ good ufore lie ‘moved out
o’ bis lodgin’ house.’
“Then lie sbdt his eyes and tried to say
ovortohimsolftho Lord’s prayer. Well, he
done lliat ull right and nice enough, and
jest when lie opened bis eyes ngin, ho saw
somethin’ glimmer in the durkpess away
off in another direction in the cave. Jest
looked like a star in a dark rainy nigl)t
when tho wind blows the clouds away.—
,Up jumps old Buck, thankin’ tho Lord for
this, lie follows the somethin’ that
looks liko a star. Over rocks layin’ all
about the cave-floor, and down gullies, nnd
through the drippin’ nnd past the lizards
—sometimes losin sight o’ the star, and
then ugin comins up to it bigger nnd bright
er than ever. J
‘At last he qpmc clar up to it, and saw
that it was another wnv of gitten into the
cpve—kind o’ back doorentrnnee, and jest
the opposite side of the hill from wbur the
ingins was a wailen to see him come snee
kin’ out liko a possum out of a holler log,
•Guess I’ll fuylo ’em this time,’ ses Old
Buck, talkin to himself—kinder ’lillyqui
zep, I blccvc the lnrncd folks call it.”
‘Yes —soliliquising you mean.’
‘Thni's uni, ginral, but my tongue’s so
thick 1 can’t gil around it. Well, Old
Buck bo wus u duin this when he found
the bnck door out of this here cave. Ses
ho, ‘Now, Old Buck, yon had hotter wait
till it gits dark afore you venture out of
here.’ But when he come to think about
it, this wouldn’t do. Cnsetho Ingins might
got tired waitin’, and brenlc in at the other
side ; so ho pokes ilia head out, and not
secin’ anything slirrip’, hocrauls out com*
plete.
. “Lookin’ cautiously round, to see if
thar wna anv Irijins doggin’ about, and
knowin’ the direction of his cabin, soon
lands, at home safe and sound.' His cabin
bein’ about three or four miles, front |hb
cave;
‘After gittin thar he sends Word to Bill
Saaler. and Pete M.oropom .to come over
to him quick as..lightning,qnd leg r bqoes
could carry ’em, lor mar ws Jjigiits
about! Well, Bill bnd'Pete they was al»
ways l in far anything o’ this kind, so they
shouldered up their fire-arms tYfld'brettkA
off for Old Backs cabin.
NUMBER 21.
‘How many isthar?’ said they. ‘Quick
tell us quick, old - boss.’
‘Old hoss did tell ’em quick, and they
all loaded up and started for the cave. —
When they come pretty nigh they a)ldodg
ed down among the paw-paw bushes,
and crawlin up like wild cats, soon come
in sight of the smoko. Crawlin’ • a\litlle
nighor, they saw five great big stripin’
cut throats, kickin up their heels arid hoU
lerin’ like they was all drunk. .
“‘Lay low, now, and don’t fire libel
give the word,’ sez Old Buck. I)iU,and
Pete both tuk his advice and laid low.
“‘Now, Pete, you draw your bend on
that chap with tho vallnr forehead. Bill 1 ,
you take that one with the bluo cheeks,
and I’ll take the one with the white ring"
on his nose.
‘‘Well they all done this —pulled their
triggers, and after the smokedeared away
over tumbled all threo of tho logins, dead
as hammers.
‘’Tother two cut dirt, and the way they;
did streak it through them Kaintuckee.
woods was really alarmin’. Old Bupfc',
and Pete, and Bill took arter them, blit
’twas all nonsense, couldn’t nomoreltOlch
them than ye could ketch n deer.
“No sir-ee—they crossed the Ohio that
night and was at Chillicothe - by next day
I’ll be bound.’’
‘And is that the conclusion ?’ said 1 • j
Uncle Zack.
‘Yes, Ginral, that’s all,and It’s n;i Inin
as gospel. Yew jest ax anybody ei it /n.£ L
I know nobody wont doubt my voriiciij
they.wont that, if they know what’s wh'iii
1 rang the bell. Peter entered boidhg
obsequiously. “Bring in the brandy and
ico-water, Peter. You feel dry no doubt,,
l 'ncle Zack ?”
‘Y-c-s, a little sorter.”
I come to the same conclusion after see
ing how strangely the brandy, rind a very
little of the water evaporated. : •
To Young Men. —lt is easier to bo a
genius in some things than In othe'rk, as a
general rule,,it 1 is much more practicable
where men are liberally paid and genor.
ously honored. Architecturing, civil en
gineering, inventive art, are now raising
into tho first rank of professions. Tpe
thrifty would need tho help ofsubh
and it is ;glad to pay for them, bec&tfsei
thereby it ministers to its own pride, luxilt
ry, and gratification. Men arje
to multiply great and gorgeous
Pino houses were never so
Bridges, viaducts, churches, are IrPthS-ah'-'
dendanl. Tunnels atld railway. wondp*
fill all eyes. Tho literature of. sqlitjl pia-;
sonry is the uppermost-charmr-and mag
nificent poems arespapning fiveflf. Me
chanic art rules |ho day apd
night. And so, young men ; if you ;
to take your place as sun. moon aha’slifk,
go to work at once, and bravely todj* atftf
convert granite and marble idto 1 he 1 prorS
tical English language of the year ISiVi —
and thus do your own printing and.ppbri
fishing, for the benefit of society and yoy<
empty pocket.—iVi T. 'Pibiet'. ''' 1
Passing Awav. —We read the&rnsofc
com upon our very npture...;;Th®
ruthless bund of time is constantly
ing upon our heads the weight of years,
that, like an iheubus will continue tojW&ss
us down, until at last tttir feeble 1 fra'ifl&S
will tatter and sirik into the grave,
indeed, but a “step between thecradtaand
the gr av e.” Scarcely have we
from the tender mother, where wo wore
nursed and protected, uhtil we again fritm
lean upon the arms of n dutiful
trust to his kindness to support outifoablq
limbs. llow soon do we find
growing dim, and the world gradually.,re
ceding, ns it were, into a mistT Our cheeks
become furrowed ; our limbs grow \vdflk
and palsied; and our heads arc BitvdrsQ|
as if blossoming for tho grave. Ouhfdffi
ble frames are wrecked by pain, and[pnar
lube’s sweet restorer” comes not' to our
oyes, ns if kindly warning us to Wbfcjfi ;
for wo know not what hour in tboniglit
tho messenger may summon us henqc.nr'
Likc the pearly dew drop before thqsu.lp#
ray—like the rose of summer beforo the
autumn blast—liko.moonbeams onthe dark
blue sea, wo “are passing away.”'
Lo! the poor d|st
tress ourselves about “The Poor Indjnji,”
Catlin, who spent eight years among\pcin,
moving from tribe to tribe, says thatif wft
knew their real position, we should'idithtst
envy them. He says : m-jqxo
I cannot understand in what parjiculw
we are superior. They enjoy lifc.,vq
more than we do. They possess' every
thing that they want or esteem off d 'lhkiti
ry. They have no inequality, nocbrifilfar
meat to business, no debts,: no nbtas.in
banks, no credit system, no competition,
no beggers to distress them. Thq.ijf reli
gion is every way mpre conducive to their
happiness than ours- They worship'tire
Great Spirit with one mind andwithout
sectarian disturbances. They.
hired priests‘rind hypocrites. 1 'TheVjpre
hospi tabid tand hohbroble',‘ 'aW tWff*ll Vo'\h
always at tbe service of d neigiiSbisiui tliA
tress.” liadt
fes*Why iSet mad With n' ljoti !f tn??ilf>?£
covetous? Because be is/o/ grtliui’.
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