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A Military Aasieiass Yesterday morning a
talwnrt Kentuckian, who had Just been paid of,
went into one oflhe fancy stores opposite The Meal
Market in the First Municipality. He had on a
tauered homespul jacket. check Shirt and pair Of
outlandish Mexican trowsers with double rows of
brass buttons down the legs, and covered all over
with red, blue, and green strips of leather. His
lwe-worn felt hat turned up from his open, honest
brow, and bis keen grey eyes twinkled with en-
thuslasm slightly tinctured, by some half dozen
glakses-of the1ardent4 He told the crowd that he
didn't care Al acontinenial cussfor the scrip, for
,he had more land inold Kaintuck than would
patch - mile, and that he boarded in Chooses
yer-pistol (Tchoupitoulas) street." Untying his
handkerchief he displayed his pile Of bright dol
lars to the shoPkeePer, and commenced buying at
most every article that he saw. - 'tl


!" Har, stranger, put me up that pair of red bro
gans, for want EN- for my nanny. That breast
pin thar with the korneelion stonefand the gold
chicken fxins-l have that too for gal that lives
nigh our settlement. Then that tin sarse pan-
mines got hole through it-put that carefully
up in brown paper, for want it to cook in going
up the riyer.- Now pair Of them yaller suspen-
ders-4hat are hunting fask-some cork screws,
and dozen or more high-heeIed ish-hooks, and
make out yer bilI.", afr5s..sl $50
His comrades, who were mostly like himself
crowded around him, and cheered him in his com
mercial speculations. AT last our hero spied
fiddle, swore that he must have it. and afer having
bought>ii, told his companions to get ready for a
breakdown. Amidst a crowd of bystanders who
were almost convulsed with laughter, they formed
on the pavement. Our hero placed his fiddle on
his chin, and beloved out -.as atr-


"Now, boys, folIer yer leader. Dance easy,
for yer on the parlor fpor Of the Brazos and the
sand will tickle the soles Of your feet Now,
tramp up the middle and d-n the Boga Cheeta,
for yer going to Fort Brown. Forward the fnst
couple and let the rest foler, for its the Metamo


ras quiekstep. Ike Tomykins, you long-legged
shoate, keep up, or I'll bat your over the head l..
Thar that's the way to do il ! Now, boys, como
the double-shufhe, for we're hard along the banks
of the Rio Grandy bound for Monterrey Now,
bring in the big licks, and think that the old boss
TAYLOR is pawin' near yet Hurrah ! Monte
rey's gone, and now give the crowd tetch Of
Bunny Vista, and I'll pay the lickerw .a


At it they went, and danced with the fury of
tribe of wild Indians, until the peIspration stream


ed down theit sanburnt cheeks in torrents. When
they finished, our musician packed up his duds,
his purchases and his dollars, and with his fiddle
under his arm, he led the way to the nearest
gropshop, where his companions were treated
with the best Of whiskey, and gave three bolster


Gus cheers for Old Kaiutaekl |" N. o. Delta