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Practical Joke Of A Chicago Zouave

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Parent Issue
Day
16
Month
August
Year
1861
Copyright
Public Domain
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- - - o From the Chicago Tribune. A rweniber of the New York Fire Zouaves, vvho wei:t from this city to join Col. Ellsworth in April, and who, until then, h:id hoen an industrions typo in the Chicago Tribune office, was out on picket duty one day kist month, when the fjllowing incident occurred : An F. F. V., with rather moro than usual superoilliousness of bierace, rode up in a carriage from the direetion oi Alexandria, driven of course by his ''servant.1' Zoo-zoo stepped into the rond, holding his bayonet in such a way as to threaten horra, negro, and white man at one churre, and roared out '' Tickkts." Mr. V. turned up his lip set down his brovvs, and by other gestures iridic.uted his contempt for such mud sills as the soldier before him, ending by hancüng is pass over to the darkey and moücning him to get out and show it to Zoo zoo. " All right," said the latter, glancing at it; "move on :' - accoinpanying the remark with a jerk at the collar oí' the uolored person which sent hún spinning se feral paces down the raad. " Now sir, what do you want?" addressing the astonished white man. Wlnte man had by this time recovered his tongue : " What? I want to go on, oi course. That was ïny pass." " Oan't help it," replied Zoo;"it says pass the bearery and the bearer i? already passed. You can't get two men Uirough this pickot on one man's pass." Mr. V. reflected a moment, glanoed at the bayonet in ircnt of him, and then called out to his black man to come back. Sambo approached eautiou.ly, but full back in oonfuaion when the " shooting stick " was brandirshed t'jwards liis own breast. " Whero's your pass, sirrah ?" asked Zoo-zoo. l' Huro, massa," said the chattel, presenting the saine one he had re ceived Irom the geut in the carriage. ' Won't do," replied the holder oí the bayonet. " That passes you to Foirfuj. Can't ariy one come from Fairfax on that ticket. Movk UN." A stamp oi the font sent tíumbo down the ivud at a hard gallop. ■' Now air, ii on Ktoy heru any longer I shall luke you uuder unest to hi adquaiters, ' he eontinued. Mr V. grabbed up his line, wheeled arouud, and went oft' at the best trot hi.s horsóa could manage iver the "sacreil sou." Whether Sambo ever huntd his master up is nol known.

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