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u One day last week, there was a terrible
battle on the wharf between a coon (an old pet
coon that figured in the Wing campaign Of lS40)
and couple of bulldogs, representing, we sup
poSe Van Burenism and Calhounism The bull
dogs fought desperately, bat the coon went to his
work asif the honor and glory of the nation We're
stakcd on him. Making his keen teeth meet
deep in the flesh of the greater dog Van Buren,
ism,) he dsregarded all the bites of lesser dog
(Calhounisn) and kept his hold so perseveringly
that at last the four-footed type of Loco Foceism
fled in agony bowling, and bearing his conqueror
along with him. Even then the brave coon re-
fused to relinquish his gripe, and the bystanders
had to interfere to save the dogs life.


This same old coon will be conspicuous at our
log-cabin raising in the spring. Keep your dogs
away, Messrs. Loco. Focos. Louisville Jour.