quite a number of witnesses.

Smith was found guilty of desertion. The judge fined him (a bottle),
and ordered that he be confined within the city limits for one day.
Smith paid the fine, but pleaded to be let off from the imprisonment.
Judge Wilson was firm (for once in his life), so poor Smith had to
serve out his time; but the Judge was kind enough to see that he
did not suffer for the want of anything, and when he was set at
liberty he was like some birds born and raised in a cage. They
like the confinement, and when the door is open they will not fly
away; but frighten the bird, and away it will go. It was so with
Smith; he had already stayed too long. He got frightened and flew
away to the sunny South.

The cold blasts of winter were sweeping over the North, when Judge
Wilson remembered his promise made to Judge Smith to visit him in
New Orleans, and he was soon on his way to make his promise good,
for he is a man of his word.

He telegraphed Smith that he would arrive on a certain train,
expecting, of course, that he would be received with a brass band,
etc.

The train on which Mose was being transported from the land of snow
to the land of flowers was about ten miles from New Orleans, when
it passed a northern-bound freight, and in a few moments two large
men, with brass buttons on their coats, came marching into the
Cincinnati sleeper. They came down the aisle, closely scanning
the faces of all the male passengers. They halted at the seat
occupied by Mose. They looked at him and then at a photograph they
had with them. Finally one of them put his hand on Mose's shoulder,
and said:

"We want you's."

The Judge took in the situation at once, for he had not forgotten
the time he played a similar joke; but he did not like the idea of
all the passengers (especially as there were a great many ladies
on board) thinking that he was under arrest in earnest. So he
smiled one of those sweet smiles of his, and said:

"Officers, this is all a joke. I am Judge of the Police Court of
Cincinnati, and I am well acquainted with the Judge of your Court.
I expected to be received in New Orleans with a brass band, in
place of brass buttons."

"Do yez hear that? He a Judge of the Police Court; expected to be
received wid a brass band. Why, he's got more brass than there is
in twenty brass bands. He's the biggest thafe in the whole country.
Didn't we see the chafe go right straight to the rogue's gallery
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