The Daily Dispatch: March 21, 1863., [Electronic resource]

A good Hotel story.

‘ A Lieutenant Colonel, who was wounded at Murfreesboro', who had been stopping a while with him, on the 20th day called for his bill, The obliging clerk handed him the document with 20 days multiplied by $4. The Colonel scanned the bill and observed its footing up--$80. He turned to the doctor, who was present, and asked him if he did not think that pretty heavy. The doctor, with that peculiarities of the head which indicates a small whirlwind, said:

"No; if you had to pay four dollars for a cobbler, one dollar a dozen for eggs, four dollars a pound for Ric coffee, one dollar twenty-five cents for butter, fifteen dollars a bushel for potatoes, and five dollars a pair for shad, you'd think it was light! "

The Colonel ran his eye over his bill again and quietly replied:

"Well, I have been here twenty days, and d — n the article you have mentioned have I seen on your table."

It is said that the doctor rushed out into the back yard, and did not cool off until be had whipped three little niggers.

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