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“Tony, Dr. “Sabbath, to not half blacking my boots, etc., five stripes.
Tuesday, to staying four hours at mill longer than necessary, ten stripes.
“Wednesday, to not locking the hall door at night, five stripes.
"Friday, to letting the horse go without water, five stripes. “Total, twenty-five stripes. “Tony, Cr. "Monday, by first-rate day's work in the garden, ten stripes. “Balance due, fifteen stripes.
The balance being thus struck, the captain drew his cowhide and remarked—“Now, Tony, you black scamp,
what say you, you lazy villain, why I shouldn't give you fifteen lashes across your back, as hard as I can draw ?”
Stop, ole mass,” said Tony; "dar’s de work in de garden, sir—dat ought to tek some off.”
“ You black dog,” said the captain," haven't I given you the
proper credit of ten stripes for that? Come, come !" “Please, ole massa," said Tony, rolling his eyes about in agony of fright-“dar's--you forgot---dar's de scourin ob de floor-ole missus say nebber been scour as good before.”
“Soho, you saucy rascal," quoth Captain Stick, "you're bringing in more offsets, are you? Well, now, there !" Here the captain made an entry upon his book. “You have a credit of five stripes, and the balance must be paid.”
Gor a mity, massa, don't hit yet—dar's sumpen elseoh, Lord! please don't—yes, sir-got um now-ketchin de white boy and fetchin' um to ole missus, what trow rock at de young
duck.” *That's a fact,” said the captain ; "the outrageous young vagabond-hat's a fact, and I'll give you credit of ten stripes for it. I wish you had brought him to me. Now, we'll settle the balance."
“ Bress de Lord, ole massa," said Tony, " dat's all." Tony grinned extravagantly. The captain adjusted his tortoise-shell spectacles with great exactness, held the book close to his eyes, and ascertained that the fact was as stated by Tony. He was not a little irritated.
“ You swear off the account, you infernal rascal-you swear off the account, do you?”
“All de credit is fair, ole massa," answered Tony.
“Yes, but” — said the disappointed captain—"butbut,”_still the captain was sorely puzzled how to give Tony a few licks anyhow; "but-” An idea popped into his head.
“Where's my costs, you incorrigible, abominable scoundrel? You want to swindle me, do you, out of my costs, you black deceitful rascal ? And,” added Captain Stick, chuckling as well at his own ingenuity as the perfect justice of the sentence, “I enter judgment against you for costs— ten stripes,” and forthwith administered the stripes and satisfied the judgment. “Ki' nigger !” said Tony, “ki’ nigger! What dis judgmen' for coss ole massa talk 'bout. Done git off 'bout not blackin' de boot, git off 'bout stayin' long time at de mill, and ebery ting else, but dis judgmen' for coss gim me de debbil. Bress God, nigger must keep out ob de ole stable, or, I'll tell you what, dat judgmen' for coss make e back feel mighty warm, for true !”
Johnson T. Hooper.
"ITEMS” FROM THE PRESS OF INTERIOR
LITTLE bit of romance has just transpired to relieve
the monotony of our metropolitan life. Old Sam Choggins, whom the editor of this paper has so often publicly thrashed, has returned from Mud Springs with a young wife. He is said to be very fond of her, and the way he came to get her was this:
Some time ago we courted her, but finding she was "on the make” threw her off, after shooting her brother and two cousins. She vowed revenge, and promised to marry any man who would horsewhip us. This Sam agreed to undertake, and she married him on that promise.
We shall call on Sam to-morrow with our new shot-gun, and present our congratulations in the usual form.—Hangtown Gibbet.
THERE was considerable excitement in the street yesterday, owing to the arrival of Bust-Head Dave, formerly of this place, who came over on the stage from Pudding Springs. He was met at the hotel by Sheriff Knogg, who leaves a large family, and whose loss will be universally deplored.
Dave walked down the street to the bridge, and it reminded one of old times to see the people go away as he heaved in view. It was not through any fear of the man, but from knowledge that he had made a threat (first published in this paper) to clean out the town. Before leaving the place Dave called at our office to settle for a year's subscription (invariably in advance), and was informed, through a chink in the logs, that he might leave his dust in the tin cup at the well.
Dave is looking very much larger than at his last visit just previous to the funeral of Judge Dawson. He left for Injun Hill at five o'clock amidst a good deal of shooting at rather long range, and there will be an election for sheriff as soon as a stranger can be found who will accept the honour.— Yankee Flat Advertiser.
The superintendent of the May Davis Mine requests us to state that the custom of pitching Chinamen and Injuns down the shaft will have to be stopped, as he has resumed work in the mine. The old well-huck of Jo. Bowman's is just as good, and is more centrally located.-New Jerusalem Courier.
A STRANGER wearing a stove-pipe hat arrived in town yesterday, putting up at the Nugget House. The boys are having a good time with that hat this morning, and the funeral will take place at two o'clock.-Spanish Camp Flag.