To Mr. Dwight—Editor of the York Daily Advertiser.
Philadelphy, 11th Sept. 1833.
My good old friend,—I send you a letter
I writ to the Gineral last night—he told me
to write to him threw the papers. Some of
the printers here wanted me to give them the
printin on 'em, but if I let any body but you
print 'em first, folks can't tell which is genwine—some
fellows write so much like me,
that I am stump'd sometimes myself, and put
to't as bad as Captain Jumper, of the Two
Pollies, and President of the Downingville
Bank, was a spell ago, when a fellow bro't him
a note on his Bank; some said it was `genwine,'
and some said it warn't. It was so
slick a kounterfit the Captain didn't know
himself—`so,' says he, `it looks a leetle like a
kounterfit, and then agin it don't—and my notion
is, it's about midlin.'[1]
The letter I now send you to print don't
amount to nothin. I want to git to York
first, and will go there to-morrow or next
day, and arter that I'll tell the Gineral and all
our folks all about it. If you see Zekel Bigelow,
tell him not to go home till I come on; I
want to see him dreadfully.
Your friend,
J. Downing, Major,
Downingville Militia, 2d Brigade.
