OUR WARDEN.

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume II, Issue 124, 14 July 1871, Page 3

OUR WARDEN.

(To the Editor of the Mount Ida Ciikonicle.)

Sir,—l hev ofen wishd, Mr. Editur, I coud rite letters to noospapers same as sum peepul bout diffrent things. Twould be grand. Then I could cu»*e lots o grevances. Eortinately, Mr. Editur, my father were a poor man, and eouldnt gie me no eddycation, so I got to dig insied o bein a gentleman. I know youli pity me caus yure ofen hard up for summat to poot in to fill up wie, insied o Holleraways pills. I'm a man as obsarves things suuitimes when thar big and plain, and suuitimes I hears things what other men ought ter no, ony as I dont talk much I kant tell em ; so I says if I coud ony rite to the paper that ud do jist the same. Well, Mr. Editur, I'm goin ter begin now, an tell ye in this ere letter as how I heerd last month summat bout the Warden (may his shader niver be less) gived away a fine peace o .groun to sum o his frens not long ago. Now, lve heerd /is how twere sum o the best groun on the Hogburn. i dont no the name o the place tho, but I think the diggers call it the Chapel Keeper Gully. I was told as how too big Scotchmen wanted to git bigger gardens so they coud grow kail on. They pitched on sum what was arifurious caus twas handy like, and the guvner didnt like to gie it to em till he'd axed sum men as war diggin thar, and they told im as twas good groun, an he didnt beleev' em caus they coined from a country whar they tells lots of lies, so he gied it to the Scotchmen for a bigger garden. Now, sum men as dont tell lies told j me sin that they no ail bout it, an they j coud git thirty bob a day out ot. If thats tru, Mister Editur, the guvner's dun rong. Dont you think he hav ? But I suppose thats what he says is screshunary power or sum other power, same as when he woudnt let the diggers have that peace o groun whar he is now goin to grow big appels and plums wich ud be better for us, you no. Tis a fine thing for us, Mister Editur, that \ve\'e got a Warden what nos better nor we do, and wont let ua go rong. Dont you think, Mister Editur, that be deserves to be permoted. 1 do; and somebody tould me as they want a man like that at Toopeker, caus the Warden they got thar dont no much, an keeps too lawyers thar to .help im on. Twood be % shame to take im awaa from here, caus we fchoud do lots o rong things. I beleeve, Mister Edi-

tur, sura o the diggers wood be ser foolish as to wash aw ta sum pucpuls gardens, if they had the chan :e, an woodut pay enytbing for em —aa thax wood be a sin, caus we wants a lot o fine gardens, speshally ny the town. What ud the place look like, I wuuder, it' thein onrasonable diggers had thare way. I hope he wont let em, sur. Wy, if he did, the Guvermcnt coudnt sell eny o the land heer, an thard be a fix. Weed soon all go to the dogs.— Im A Digger.