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There's mixtur of chockylet a.


bout his komplexion, and think it's


likely If he comes here he'll stand a
chance of being electeda "a member of
the chain-gang.


This war fever is hitchn on to
my witals, and l must 60 or III bust.
Old Johnny Bull thinks that he'll
take Monterey,there BY the Kallefor-
Mas. Why, he might jest as well try
to mount a rag Of sunlight as to try to
ride over our navy in that ere rough
shod way. As for the Gulf, why
there's a man there who will look for
old Mother England's dug,outs like a
lynx; he'll con her motives Jest as
quick as lightnin', and put some iron
plugs in her floatin' forts a little quick.
er. One thing, howsumever, is GER
tin; we amt got men enough in Mex
leo to carry on this here fight, and if
the Louisa Anna boys only holds their
hossess up, they'll have a chance, and
a mighty big one, too, for a rumpus
with those garlic-eatin', shad. bellied,
nankeen-coored Mexicans. Hold on
boys! wait till about the middle of
next November, and you'll hear sounds
and see sights that'lI make every hair
on your head feel as if it had the
toothache. Then Uncle Sam will,
as heer'd a Teller at the theatre say
the other night, 'let slip the dogs Of
war; and-d--n that mangey bull
dog! He's carryin' sleeps head
right under the wharf! He's the GUS
sedest dog everidid see, and l b'ieeve
he's in kahoot with the watchman; for
he barks most orfully whenever they
beat on the pavement, jest by way of
intmatin' that poor Bill Whites a
bout these diggings! Wouldn't that
'ere dog make splendid member of
the Mexican Kongriss! He can steal;
he can lie; he can--git out!--git out!
Oh, massey!the cussed brute canoite,
too! he know'd | was talkin' about
him, and he give me tech Of his
quality by takin' hunk of meet out
Of the calf Of my leg! That amt as
bad as bein' in the workhouse, how.
sumever, and as some gents in glazed
caps looks like inverted sugar-kittles
is marchin' this way, I'll jest creep
underneath the wharf and endeavor
to soothe the feelins Of that aggrawa-
ted animal, my felIer-lodger, the bull
dog.