MISCELLANEOUS.7.1.THE CRUISE OF THE POLLY ANN.
In overhaulin one of my old trunks the tother day, I found the follerin jernal of a vyge on the starnch canawl bote, Polly Ann, which happened to the subscriber when I was a young man (in the Brite Lexington of yooth, when thar aint no sich word as fale) on the Wabash Canawl:
Monday, 2 P.M.--Got under wa.Hosses not remarkable frisky at fust.
Had to bild fires under 'em before they'd start.Started at larst very suddent, causin the bote for to lurch vilently and knockin me orf from my pins.(Sailor frase.) Sevral passenjers on bored.
Parst threw deliteful country.Honest farmers was to work sowin korn, and other projuce in the fields.Surblime scenery.Large red-heded gal reclinin on the banks of the Canawl, bathin her feet.
Turned in at 15 minits parst eleving.
Toosdy.--Riz at 5 and went up on the poop deck.Took a grown person's dose of licker with a member of the Injianny legislater, which he urbanely insisted on allowin me to pay for.Bote tearin threu the briny waters at the rate of 2 Nots a hour, when the boy on the leadin hoss shoutid--"Sale hoe!"
"Whar away?" hollered the capting, clearin his glass (a empty black bottle, with the bottom knockt out) and bringing it to his Eagle eye.
"Bout four rods to the starbud," screamed the boy.
"Jes so," screeched the capting."What wessel's that air?""Kickin Warier of Terry Hawt, and be darned to you!""I, I, Sir!" hollered our capting."Reef your arft hoss, splice your main jib-boom, and hail your chamber-maid! What's up in Terry Hawt?""You know Bill Spikes?" said the capting of the Warier.
"Wall, I reckin.He can eat more fride pork nor any man of his heft on the Wabash.He's a ornament to his ***!""Wall," continued the capting of the Kickin Warier."Wilyim got a little owly the tother day, and got to prancin around town on that old white mare of his'n, and bein in a playful mood, he rid up in front of the Court 'us whar old Judge Perkins was a holdin Court, and let drive his rifle at him.The bullet didn't hit the Judge at all; it only jes whizzed parst his left ear, lodgin in the wall behind him; but what d'ye spose the old despot did? Why, he actooally fined Bill ten dollars for contempt of Court! What do you think of that?" axed the capting of the Warier, as he parst a long black bottle over to our capting.
"The country is indeed in danger!" said our capting, raisin the bottle to his lips.The wessels parted.No other incidents that day.Retired to my chased couch at 5 minits parst 10.
Wensdy.--Riz arly.Wind blowin N.W.E.Hevy sea on, and ship rollin wildly in consekents of pepper-corns havin been fastened to the forrerd hoss's tale."Heave two!" roared the capting to the man at the rudder, as the Polly giv a friteful toss.I was sick, an sorry I'd cum."Heave two!" repeated the capting.I went below."Heave two!" I hearn him holler agin, and stickin my hed out of the cabin winder, I HEV.
The hosses became docile eventually, and I felt better.The sun bust out in all his splender, disregardless of expense, and lovely Natur put in her best licks.We parst the beautiful village of Limy, which lookt sweet indeed, with its neat white cottages, Institoots of learnin and other evijences of civillizashun, incloodin a party of bald heded cullered men was playing 3 card monty on the stoop of the Red Eagle tavern.All, all was food for my 2 poetic sole.I went below to breakfast, but vittles had lost their charms."Take sum of this," said the Capting, shovin a bottle tords my plate."It's whisky.A few quarts allers sets me right when my stummick gits out of order.It's a excellent tonic!" Ideclined the seductive flooid.
Thursdy.--Didn't rest well last night on account of a uprore made by the capting, who stopt the Bote to go ashore and smash in the windows of a grosery.He was brought back in about a hour, with his hed dun up in a red handkercher, his eyes bein swelled up orful, and his nose very much out of jint.He was bro't aboard on a shutter by his crue, and deposited on the cabin floor, the passenjers all risin up in their births pushing the red curtains aside & lookin out to see what the matter was."Why do you allow your pashuns to run away with you in this onseemly stile, my misgided frend?" said a sollum lookin man in a red flannel nite-cap."Why do you sink yourself to the Beasts of the field?""Wall, the fack is," said the capting, risin hisself on the shutter, "I've bin a little prejoodiced agin that grosery for some.But Imade it lively for the boys, deacon! Bet yer life!" He larfed a short, wild larf, and called for his jug.Sippin a few pints, he smiled gently upon the passengers, sed, "Bless you! Bless you!" and fell into a sweet sleep.
Eventually we reached our jerny's end.This was in the days of Old Long Sign, be4 the iron hoss was foaled.This was be4 steembotes was goin round bustin their bilers & sendin peple higher nor a kite.
Them was happy days, when people was intelligent & wax figgers &livin wild beests wasn't scoffed at.
"O dase of me boyhood I'm dreamin on ye now!"(Poeckry.)
A.W.
7.2.ARTEMUS WARD'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
New York, near Fifth Avenoo Hotel, Org.31ct.
EDITER OF PLAY BILL.
Dr Sir,--Yrs, into which you ask me to send you sum leadin incidents in my life so you can write my Bogfry for the papers, cum dooly to hand.I hav no doubt that a article onto my life, grammattycally jerked and properly punktooated, would be a addition to the chois literatoor of the day.
To the youth of Ameriky it would be vallyble as showin how high a pinnykle of fame a man can reach who commenst his career with a small canvas tent and a pea-green ox, which he rubbed it off while scrachin hisself agin the center pole, causin in Rahway, N.Y., a discriminatin mob to say humbugs would not go down in their village.
The ox resoom'd agricultooral pursoots shortly afterwards.
