From the Nev Fork Spirit of the Times. MISTER DID YOU SEE MY COON
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 BY JOE BIRD.

 l had business with gentleman living near Norfolk, Va, which called me from St Louis in the fall of ls44. during the most exciting period of the race between Messrs Clay and Polk for the Presidency. The popular mind was most fearfuly excited, yet it could not extinguish the zest for amuse- ment and the ludicrous which is everywhere found Tn yonng men. The following relation will show how rife it then was in the Old Dominlon.'

 On finishing my breakfast on the morning after my arrival; mounted my horse to visi, Mr. D., whose residence was a few miles from the town. had not gone more than four miles, in a musing mood and slow walk, when l met man with large live coon strapped upon his back. The man was tall. sallow, and of strangely awkward ap- pesrance. A broad and simple grin of in ward joy made me venture a barley with him.

 Friend what on earth is that you have on your shoulders.

 Pull them strings, Mister, and stop your brute; Pm gwine for to go for to tell you said Pumpkin-lace, who seemed to be mis- erable from perfect joy. My name is Dick Jones, but they call me mostly Long Yal- Ter l lives back in the Dismal swamp. and make my living selling taters, mush millions, fish, and such like yearbs up in town, and -,

 Stop, Mr. Jones, only inquired wha, you were going to do with that animal you have.'

 Well, l was coming to that arter while --but I'll tell you now ef you'll promise not to tell it, for ei you does I'd have compsd- ton.

 m promise,' said impatiently.

 "Well, stranger, coon Is ta great demand jess now for the whig rally, what's gwine to De next Thursday. and cos the supply is skase know ken get fifty dollars for this piece of personal property

 You must be dreaming, Mr. Jones'

 Streaming, h--l. Dose you think would hunt for nights in recession in the Dismal Swamp up to my knees in mud and water to boot, an cut down seven trees, four foot m the butt, an kill one dog, an sprain my wris', an'--an' without being sarsin of the speculation. Catch scAo 2 said Mr. Jones, with most knowing wink, as he started on his way rejoicing