mother hates to take her naughty child across her knee, but
she knows it is her dooty to do it. So we shall hate to whip
the naughty South, but we must do it if you don't make back
tracks at onct, and we shall wallup you out of your boots! J.
Davis, it is my decided opinion that the Sonny South is makin
a egrejus mutton-hed of herself!"

"Go on, sir, you're safe enuff. You're two small powder for
me!" sed the President of the Southern Conthieveracy.

"Wait till I go home and start out the Baldinsville Mounted
Hoss Cavalry! I'm Capting of that Corpse, I am, and J. Davis,
beware! Jefferson D., I now leave you! Farewell my gay Saler
Boy! Good-bye, my bold buccaneer! Pirut of the deep blue
sea, adoo! adoo!"

My tower threw the Southern Conthieveracy on my way home was
thrillin enuff for yeller covers. It will form the subjeck of
my next. Betsy Jane and the projeny air well.

Yours respectively,

A. Ward.


2.2. THRILLING SCENES IN DIXIE.

I had a narrer scape from the sonny South. "The swings and
arrers of outrajus fortin," alluded to by Hamlick, warn't
nothin in comparison to my trubles. I come pesky near swearin