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Deacon Smith's Ball;
MIKE FINK I.N A TIGHT PLACE.
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Mike Fink, was a nnlnriotis Buckeye hunter, 'vas ci'ntempnrary witii tiie cel¬ ebrated Davy Crocket, and his eqii.il iri nil iiiing3».-af*perlainiiig l'> human p I'.vers. Il was eveit said llial the ani¬ mals in his nei^libui-luK'd knew the cr.'K-k 'if l.is iille. and would Inke lo Ihrir secrcl iii.lintc jilaccs on the firsl i'liimatiiin that Mike was about. Yet i:lran<ie. thi-iiczli true, lie was bul little known beyond bis iniinediaie settle- in. fpt.
When we knew bim be w.ts nn old ,„:ni—tbe id:isis of seveniy \^ inters bad silvered o'er his head and t-aken lbe elas- licitv IV.'HI bis limbs, vei in the vvhole flf his life was Mike never worsted, ex¬ cept on one occasion.- To use iiis own lai'pu.it^e be never 'ain in. used up, to anytbir.c, that travelled on two legs or fu.'i", l)ui once.
"Tiial   once,   -we    want."   said   Bill
Slasher as some dozen of us   sal in the
bar-room'ol the old lavern in ih^sejlle-
nent. —¦
"Gin it to n», novv. Mike—j-ou've promised long enough, and 3'ou're aid now, and needn't care," continued Biil.
"l?icTht,riahi ! B'ill," said Mike,, "but we'll ojien vvith a licker all around, fust, it'll kind 'o sive my feelin's I reckon—"
"'1 liar, that's irood. Beller ihan toiher barrel   if anylhing."
"Well boy.'!," commenced Mike, you may talk of ynur scrimmages, lighi jdiices and such like, subsiract 'em al¬ together in one almighty 'un and they hain't no more to be compared lo the one I war in, than a dead kitten to an old sJie bar-! I've fout all kinds o' var¬ mints, from an Ingiin dovvn to a rattle snake, and never willin' to quit fust, but once—and il was vviih ahull.
"You see boys, it was an awful-hot day in August and I vvar nigh runnin' off into pui-e ile, vvhen I vvar tbinkin' that a dip in the creek mout save me. Well ihar vvas a mighty nice spot in old Deacon Smith's medder for that parlicular bizziness.- So I vvent down among the bushes lo undress. I jist hauled the old red shirt over my head, and vvar tbinkin' how scrumptious a lelle,- of tny size vvould feel vvallerin' round in  that ar vvaier,   and    was just
'bout goin' in, when I seed ihe old Dea -1 no~oTje"c"lionsri'ir jist'tVkeTd
con's bull makin'   a B   line   to   war I
siood.
"I knowed the old cuss, for he's shar'd more people than ali the persons in ihe settlement, and cum mighiy near kil¬ ling a fe-v. Thinks I Mike you're m rather a tight place—get your fi.^ins on or he'll be a drivin' them big horns ol his in yer bowels afore no time. Well, j'ou'll have to try the old varmint nak¬ ed, I reckon.
"The hull was   on   one side   o'  the L creek and I on llie o'.her,   and the way . hoar Uiig way whei> old brigJle
^ oi-i''''fP
he made ihe siie fly for a whiie, as if he war a digging mv   grave war   distress-
'Come on, ye bellcrin' old heathen," said 1, and doti't be a slandin' thar; for as the old Deacon says of the tlevil, "yer not comely to look upon."
"This kinder reached bis understand in'and made him more wichous; for be hooted a little and made a drive.— And as I don't like to stand in any¬ body's way 1 gin bim plenty of sea- room. So be kind o' passed by me and came out on lbe other side; and as the captain of the mud swamp rangers would say, "'bout face for another charge."
'Though I vvar ready for him this lime he come mighty nigh running (oul of me. So I made up my mind tbe next time he vvent out he wouldn't be alone. So vvhen he passed, I grappled his tail, and he piiHed me out cn tbe sile, and as soon as we vvar both atop ot the bank old brindle stopped and war about cumming round again, when I began pullin' ihe other way.
"Well, reckon ibis kind o' riled him. for he fust stood slock still and hooked at me a spell, and then commenced pawin' and belleriii', and tbe way he made bis ]\'\nA gearin play in the air vvas be.inlirul."
.|'I>ut it 'van't no use, ho couldn't tech me. so he kind o' slopped to get vvind for sutbin develish, as I judged by the way he siaried. By this time, I had made up my rnind to slick lo bis tail as 'ong ns il s'uck to bis back bones. I didn't like to holler for help nuther, kase il war ngin niy principles, and the deacon bad prenchin' and prayin', at his bouse, and il vvan'l fur off neilh ei.
"I knowed if he hearn lbe noise. l!ie hull congregation would come down ; and T warn'i married, and had'"a kinde o' bnnkerin arlcr a gal that vvas thar, I didn't feel as if I would like to be seen in that ar p-edicament.
"So says I, yer old sarpent, do your cussedest. And so he did ; for he drug me over every ..briar and slump in lbe field, unlil I war sweatin and bleedin ke a fal 'oai with a pack a'houpds nt his heels. And my nnme ain't Mike Fink, if the old critter's tail and I didn't blow out someiimes at a dead leave w'th Ihe varmint's liack.
'So   you    may    kalkeloie   we made, good lime.    Bimeby   he   slackened hi, pace, nnd then   I had him   for a   spe; for I jisi drappetl beliind  a   stump    a^ that snubbed the critter.    Novv   sa; ynu may pull up this white oak stu break   yer tail—or just hold   on lill I blow
"Well, while I war sitiing tha idea struck me that I had bette getlin' out o' this some vvay. But exactly was the pint. If I let go run he'd be foul o' me sure,
"So lookin'   at the matter   in all bearing I   cum to the   conclusion   t I'd belter let  somebody   know   wharl wa.».    So I gin a j'ell louder than   a 1 comotive whistle,   and   it vvarn't   loi before I seed  the Deacon's   two doi comin down   like as if they   war s. vvhich could get thar fust
"I knowed who   ihey   were   aij they'd jine tbe bull agin me, I w tin, for they   were orful vvenomoj had a spile agin me_.
"So says  I,   brindle,   as ridi cheap as walkin on this route, if
e' sage on tbat  ar brck o'   yourni wasn't very long getlin astride then if you'd bin ihar, you'd hav thar warn'i no human in   that the Slie flew orfully as the ciitJ rolled round the field—one do side and   one on   the   other clinch my feet.    1  prayed  a and p'.-ayed, until I couldn't t did at iast—and   neither war use, they vvar so orfully mixed "Weli, I reckon I rid   about
it war time to stop to take in a supply of wind and cool off a litlle. So Vhen we got round to a tree ihat stood thar. he nalurally halted.
"So sez I, old boy you'll lose one pas¬ senger sartain. So I jisl clum upon a branch, kalkelatin to rest there lill 1 starved, afore I'd be rid round in that wa3' any longer.
"I war a making tracks for the lop o' the tree, vvhen I heard sulhin makin an orful buzzin over head. I kinder look¬ ed w^, and if tharwarn'^ wai, thar's no use of swearin now, but it war the big¬ gest hornet's nest ever built.
"You'll "gin in" now, I reckon, 'cause ihar's no help for you. But an idee slruck me then, that I'd stand a heap beller chaise a ridin the bull than w^ar I war. Sez I, old (eller, if you'll hold on, I'll tide to the nexl station any how, let that be what il vvill.
"So I jist dropped aboard him agin, and looked aloft to see what I had gain¬ ed by changin quarters!, and, gentlemen, I'm a bar if ihar vvarn't nigh half a bushel of the slingin varmints ready to pilch into me when the vvoi-d 'go' was gin.
"Well, I reckon ihey got it, for "all hands" started for our company. Some on 'em bit ihe dogs—about a quart struck me, and the rest charged on old brindle.
"This time, the dogs let off fust dead bent for the old deacon's, and as soon as old brindle and I could get under way. we followed. And as f was only a deck passenger and had nothin to do wilh sleerin the craft, I swore if I had we shouldn't have run that channel, no how.
"Buf, as I said a!bre, ihe dogs took the lead—Brindle and I next, and the hornits dre'kly arter. The dogs yellin —brindle bellerin, and ihe hornets buz- zin and slingin. 1 didn't say nothin, for it warn'i tiO use.
"Well, we'd got about Iwo hundred yards from the bouse, and ihe deacon beaid us and cum out. I seed him bold up his hand and turn white. I reckoned he was prayin' then, for be] didn't expect to be called for so soon, and it warn't long neilher afore the ^vMiB^^I^JIiion^Tnen, women and c
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IRISH DROLLEBT.
An amusing slory of Daines Barring- ton, Recorded of Bristol, is related by one oflhe Briiish press. Having to ap¬ pear for the plaintiffin a case at a win¬ ter assize in Clonmel, he "let into the defendant in no measured terms. The individual inveighed against not being present, only heard of the invectives. After Barringlon, however, had got back to Dublin, the Tipperary man lost no time in paying his complements to the coun.sel. He rode all'day and night, and covered with sleel, arrived before Barrington's residence, in Harcourt slreet, Dublin, Tlirowing ihe bridle of his smoking horse overihe railing of the area, he announced his arrival by a thundering knock at the door, which nearly shook the slreet. Barrington's valet answered ihe summons, and open¬ ing ihe street door beheld the raparition of a rougbcoaled Tipperary fire eater, with a large stick under his arm, and the sleet sticking to his bushy whiskers.
"Is your master up," demanded the visitor in a voice that gave some inti¬ mation ofthe object of his journey.
"No," ansvvereii the man.
"Then give him my compliments*nd say Mr. Foley, (he'll knovv the name,) vvill be glad to see him."
The valet vvent up slairs and told his masier who vvas in bed,^jhe purport of his visit.
"Then don't let Mr. Foley in for your life," said Barringlon, "for ii's not a hare and a brace of ducks he has come to present me with" w
The man was leaving the bed room, when a rough vvet coat pushed by him^ while a thick voice said, '-by your leave ; at the same moment Mt. Foley entered tbe bedroom.
"You know my busines.";," said he to Barringlon, "I have made a journey to teach you manners, anti il is not my purpose to return until I have broken every bone in your body," and at .thig same lime he cut a figura of eiglit with his shillelagh, before ihecheval glass.
"You do nol mean lo say you would murder me in bed," exclaimed Daines, wbo had as-   much   honor as cool cour¬
age
hours afterwards, Daines and his inten¬ ded murderer were sitting down to a warm breakfast, \he latter only intent upon assaulting a dish of smoking chops.
Examining a Witness.—Everybody knows Mr. R., the rather successful criminal lawyer ol Philadelphia, says the Mercury, and the peculiar fact with which he usually succeeds in dieting the truth from a wiiness. He; once in a while, however meets with a queer cusiomer, with whom he can do noth¬ ing whatever.
Such a one turned up before a com¬ mitting m<ngistrate on Thursday last.— A Mr. Doyle was complained of for keeping a disorderly house in Shippen streel. The complainant engaged Mr. R. to attend to his case and put Mr. Doyle through a course of sprouts. The firsi itritness examined was Cornelius O'Neil. We give his examination by Mr.R.
"Do you know the defendant, Doyle?"
"Niver a man better."
"What kind of a house does he keep ?"
"A brick house."
"I don't mean that; what are its pe¬ culiarities?"
"Tvvo stories, with a back kitchen that joins on toMcGarry's fence."
"You still misunderstand me ; I wish to knovv the reputation of the house. Is it good or bad ?"
"Bad, enlirely."
Mr. R. called the attention of the Court to this answer, and desired the magistrate to take a note. The magis¬ trate did so
"What do you mean when you say the reputation of this house is bad ?"
"That it has ihe devil's own chimney, and a roof that leaks like a sieve."
''You still misunderstand me, Mr. O'Neil. Let us try again. What kind of people visit the house ?"
"Men and women, principally; at leasl that's the only kind I ever met Ihere."
"Well, what kind of vvomen are they ?"
"Female women, as nearly as I could judge."
Well, what is their character?" Only one of them has ihe article." The Court   will please   note that — It. nno ^f (hg   females has   a charac hot ?
Generous Children.—"Lucv, did you give your litlle brother the peacK which I gave lo you for him?" said s faiher to his liitle daughter.
"No, father, I did not," said Lucy.
"And why did you not, my child?'; said her father. "I gave you two peach¬ es, a large one and a small one. The , large one was for yourself, and the -2 small one for your Brother. Were you not satisfied? Yours was much large)'' than the one I lold you to give him. I hope you have not eaten them both."
"Oh, no r dear father,'" said Lucy-, "I ate only the smaller one, and gave to dear iittie brother the larger one.
"But why did you not give to hini th^ smaller one, as I told you to do?"   said   ^ the father. ^¦
"Because I thought he would like the larger one better," said Lucy. "I fove my dear little broiher and I am pleased when I see him happy. I did not 'm- ¦ tend to disobey you, dear father, and I hope you will not be displeased wilii what Ihave done."
Her father looked al his little daugh= ter with a smile on his face, while ai tear started in his eye, as Lucy contin¬ ued :
"But little brother almost quarrelled with me about it, dear father. He said that he would have the litlle peach, and that I should eat the big one."
"He was a generous liitle fellow," said her fathor, "and you, too, are a generous little girl; and so far from be¬ ing displeased with you, I am pleased with you bothl I gave the large peach to you, because you are older and lar¬ ger than he is."
"And I," said Lucy, "want to give' the best things to my kear brother."
"Lucy," said her father, "tell me tru¬ ly,   when   you   had eaten   the smaller   . peach, and saw your broiher eating the larger one, did  you not wish you hail kept the larger one yourself"
"Oh, no! dearfaiher, it gave me more pleasure to see my dear little brotheF gnjoying his peach, than if I were eat¬ ing it myself"
"That is true generosity," said het father. "We are not generous when we give lo other whal we don't want ourselves. To be generous is lo give to olhers vvhat we do want ourselves, and