Wabash Scratches, Volume 2, Number 1, Lafayette, Tippecanoe County, 27 March 1848 — Page 1

WABASH

SCRATCHES.

BY U. REQUEST. Lafayette, Indiana, Monday Morning, March 27, 1848. VOL. 2, No. 1.

Copyright secured, according to Hoyle: The Siege of Bucktown. OR, THE HEROES OF PORKOPOLIS, A Historical, Tragic Burlesque.

Persons Represented. PORKOPOLITANS.

General Tiger, Commander of the white forces. Dick Maydue,} Dandy Starcherous, } His Aides. Corporal Schwinebelly, in Tiger's army Twelve white soldiers. Darkies. Gen. Kite, commander of the Bucktown forces. Col. Buzzard, his aide. Diana Kite, daughter of Gen. Kite. Aunty Smash, a washerwoman. Eight black soldiers. SCENE III. Interior of a tent--a hogshead--two chairs--a lighted candle--a musket with a bayonet, on the floor--Diana Kite, seated. Diana.--Hung be de hebbens in black--since Tiger Has proven false to dis poor female ni-ger! Wid fearful rage I'll let my passion rise out,--Wid fearful strength I'll scracth dat Tiger's eyes out. VOICE WITHOUT--SINGS. ., tZ.''f .'. 37T"7f-.i-;-jTt.si'i-""' . We'll put you in de calaboose. O don't rail out, for tis no use You'll only go to de calaboose. O dance to xlc boatman, dance, O dance de boatman, dance; We'll dance all night, till broad daylight, And go home wid de gals in de mornin,' [Diana starts up, and comes front. ... SONG-Diana. Air--"What fairy-like Music." . What fairy-like music steals over my hearing, V. ( Enchanting de senses wid sounds so. endearing? ' 'Tie de voice ob some darkey steals oberde plain, -As he yells out hi3 lays wid a mouf-rending Btrain. Repeat. Dc fifes are all hushed, and de soldiers at rest; Dcy sleep likede dove on de purcupine's breast ' Till de war-drum shall wake dera from out deir dark caves And rouse dem to glory or else to deir graves. Repeat. - Enter Gen. Kits, L. Gen. K. 0 daughter! Diana. Fader!. Gem. K. Is it you I see? Diana. It is it is! 0 fader, pardon me! ' Kneels. Gen. K. Look up my kb, look in dy fader's face, !, Andge his Dressing. Darisno disgrace" In makin' tracks to win anudder's 1 ub. I'll forgib you but swar by all abub Dat you will neber leabe your doting dad, To break his heart, and like a long-faced '- ShadBellied quaker, sit wid closed mouf all day, '.'. - And cuss de hour his daughter ran away. Diana. I does look up, and hope you will forgib De daughter dat am got no right to lib! O dad, you does'nt know de silent grief, , ' , De loads ob misery beyond belief, 1'se felt since I hab left my happy home, . Wid. General Tiger eb'rywhar to roam!

Gen. K! Has Gen. Tiger, since wid him you .led Attemp wid Bucktown's fairest chile to wee And she, by yieldin' gib a thunder-blow . To Col. Buzzard? Diana. No, by hebbens no! I'se found dis Gen. Tiger out at las' . ; He's nothing but de brack-snake in de grapj-v And radder dan be called de villain's wife,,,, . I'd war wid him, war! war, dad, to de kni ! Gen. K. God bress you,chile; you's worthy of 3 ur name, ' And will for Bucktown win a glorious fam;. You see I'se here by Col. Buzzard's aid, -I hope by your sweet hand he'll be repaid; But he's not here and black you can't get rV hile dese here sentries is a walking 'bout. Now if your honor Tiger ehould attack " I'll tell you how's de bery way to ac':-r f Here, take dis musket, dough its got no C , It is all her exceptin' half de stock, ' .., And if de General tries your lub to force, Break loose from him wid power of a boss; j De muzzle of your gun place to your soul, ' Jump to de fire, snatch up a burnin1 coal, j And make de gun go bang. When you is :,,'.', Reload de gun while yet de coal is hot; Take steady aim at Gen. Tiger's head, And when you meet again you'll bofe be dor; Diana. All dis,dear dad, I promises miy,m - . Gusu Tiyas shrana. alv-ut Jisdomv ' ' I'll shoot myself den him den all his race, Ob dem de world shan't hab a single trace! ' -. Gen. K. Den bress you, chile, for dis time is da last , Dat here we meet. Dy tears am fallin1 fast;, But do not weep when you again I see, We'll bofe be in dat bright futurity Whar white-trash dassent show deir cloven heel, Nor moths corrupt, nor thieves break trough and steal! , Diana-O, dis I cannot bear. Dear dad, I'll soon, Unless you fotches water, take a swoon. . My dizzy, heaby head b egins to spin De way I butts de carf will be a sin! Faints. Gen. K. What ho! widout dar! fotch some water, quick, ; Or Bucktown's daughter will de bucket kick! Enter Gen. Tiger, with a bucket of water, which he dashes upon Gen. K., hi3 mask and blanket fall off . Gen. K. How now,thou devil's imp! how cams't thou here? ' . Hasthirst for glory, whisky, love, or beer, Thus forced thee to the hungry Tiger's den ? Seekest thou plunder? . ' Gen. K. Dou wusser ob wust men! Dou needn't go for say 'tis dy belief Dat I came here to hook tings like a tief. No, no,! dou coward! But I came to free De jewel dat dyself hab stole from me! ; Dar, dull it lies dat brilliant eye of Dine'a No more wid fiery, sparkling splendor shines. Gen. T. Then shalt thou follow her; thy dusky hull,. , - ; , V V . As dead Diana's, soon shall be as dull! Gen. Tiger draws Gen. K. snatches the musket with which he defends himself. Thou bloody Kite, take flight, or lay on light, And damned be he who hits with all his might! Gen. K. Recreant! traitor! dem words am your . ; last; , ; Slabe! I hab eot my life upon a cast! :

I'll fight it out, from you I'll neber fly But I will stand de hazurd ob de die! Enter Corp, S. and white soldiers, who seize Gen. Kite. Gen. T. So, So! I have you safe, thou e ahl fiend! And from my soldiers' wrath I'll keep thee i w ned,v . . That I my sweet revenge on thecmay vvri!;; So, down with thee, and do not dare to s caW! They pitch him into the hogshead, and far,U. 'i the blanket over it.J Corp. Veil, Shen'ral, you'll pelpve me ven I tell, . Tat you ant 1 has done tat poorty veil. Gen. T. Swear, sons of Mars, on darklr. 'Jood

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' Since Bucktown's hero is now "headed up!" f They kneel around Diana and raise their arms All. We swear this night on Ethiop's tloo-3 to sup, ' Since Gen'ral Kite at last is headed up! They shout. Curtain Dr.oi'3. ' ' act1i.: SCENE I. A Dungeon Set door " chrdra. ' . . dead march by orchestra Enter Gen. Kite in chains, led by Corp. S., Corp. takes j Us ,.' station at the door. ' Gen. K. -Caged up at last; fool'd duped on ib'ry"(J wharsliail J myaAsauit s'4iZr ;ut";t. ' - ; Chained, hand-cuffed in a dungeon! --damn O damn! . . " , . ' To be, or not to be, de question am;Wheder 'tis nobler in de mind to suffer De stings and darts ob fortune dat old bufier;Or take up arms against a sea ob troubles, And, by opposing, and de cussed bubbles; , . To lie, to sleep, while sleep our senses locks, To end de thousands ob as tounding shocks Dat flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation . ' Devoutly to be wished. ' But 0, damnationl ' To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, dar'sde rub; t . For in dat sleep ob deffwhat Tiger's cub Might come, wid rat's-bane, or wid pizened oil, ' ' To make me shuffle off dis mortal coil? ' ' . I But still I'll sleep.. De hours is dull and long, Lies down on chairs. , . ' A song! a song! my kingdom for a song! Corp Tunder ant blitzen! do you tink tat I ' , ' Vould sing for von tamt nicker? No, I'd die ' " Pefore I'd strain my lungs to sing for you; 111 sing to please mineself, olt chinger-plue. , " - ' Comes front, and sings, . . '' '. t . , "THE PIZLNG SARPENT:" . ' (In Anglo-Dutch.) " Gen Kite sleeps. Tere, now I've sung tat nicker fast to sleep; ' He looks so innocent as von tamt sheep. But hark! ish not tat tunder swells te gale? No 'tis more chalk-eyes coming to te jail. 1 Veil, pring tern on; pring in te whole compoodle, . , Veil hana: tem mit te tune of Yankee Toedle. , Enter Aunty, Diana, Col B and black soldiers, fol- - lowed by Gen Tiger Dead march. '' Gen T More devils, Corporal, just arrived from . . hell ' : ; well;. Keep your eye skinned, now, and guard them 1 And if these rascals go to put their hits in Corp -I'll blow tem up mit tunder and mit blitzen! : Diana Bloody and guilty, guilty now break, To Tiger. , . A nd from our sights dy hateful presence take;. Tink on Diana,' and despair and fly, r. . ' Unquiet, troubled bou1 break! break, or diel

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