ubsided, as might be supposed, amid a roar of
voices and a crash of boots.

There is a legal axiom which would settle the pumpkin-vine query--that
of _cujus est solum ejus est usque ad coelum_--'ownership in the soil
confers possession of everything even as high as heaven.' Our friends in
Dixie seem determined to prove that they have also fee simple in their
soil downwards as far as the other place, and by the last advices were
digging their own graves to an extent which will soon bring them to the
utmost limit of their property!

* * * * *

Does the reader remember Poor Pillicoddy, and the mariner who was ever
expected to turn up again? Not less eccentric, as it seems to us, is the
re-apparition chronicled in the following story by a friend:--

TURNING UP AGAIN!

'You were all through that Mexican war, and out with Walker in
Niggerawger.--Well, what do you think 'bout Niggerawger? Kind of
a cuss'd 'skeeter hole, ain't it?'

'Tain't so much 'skeeters as 'tis snaiks, scorpiums and the
like,' answered the gray-moustached corporal. 'It's hot in them
countries as a Dutch oven on a big bake; and going through them
parts, man's got to move purty d----d lively to git ahead of the
yaller fever; it's right onto his tracks the hull time.'

'Did you git that gash over your nose out there?'

'Yes, I got that in a small scrimmage under old GRAY EYES. 'Twas
next day _after a fight_ though, cum to think on it. We'd been
up there and took a small odobe hole called Santa Sumthin', and
had spasificated the poperlashun, when I went to git a gold
cross off an old woman, and she up frying-pan of _frijoles_ and
hit me, so!' Here the corporal aimed a blow with his pipe at the
face of the high private he was talking with;--the latter dodged
it.

'That was a big thing, that fight at Santa Sumthin'; the way we
went over them mud walls, and wiped out the Greasers, was a
cortion. I rac'lect when we was drawed up company front, afore
we made the charge, there was a feller next me in the ranks--I
didn't know him from an old shoe, 'cause he'd ben drafted that
morning into us from another company. Says he,--

'We're going into hair and cats' claws 'fore long, and as I'm
unbeknownst amongst you fellers, I'd like to make a bargain with
you.'

'Go it,' says I; 'I'm on hand for ennything.'