Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1852-05-22
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New York Spirit of the Times, and is sup |
posed 10 be written by "man irom Arkam-
saw"
"About the year 1890 politics ran very |
high in Arkansas. Colonel A. II. Sewer
was candidate for the Office OF delegate |
10 Congress, and Ben Desha was his opPo-
nent.
Judge Andrew Scott was warm inend
of Desha, and utterly hostile to Sewer lie
had a neghbor, living about fifteen mics
from him on the "lar'' side OF Gallery
creek, named Logan, commonly called
"stuttering Jim Logan" who was exactly
twice wersy in his politics; and so frequent
had been their encounters That The TWO
neiahbors had come cordially TO hate each
other.
One pleasant morning in the spring, when
the sun shone out warmly, ard all nature
was green and fresh after heavy rain of
Two or three days duration, Logan was
down from his house, through the little strip
of creek bottom. TO the bank of the creek,
and sat himself on dick log" musing,
perhaps, as Col Jack Mccarthy once said,
son the crancthenthe Of thublnWy thmgth.'
The creek was about twenty yards wide,
and the rain had raised it. so that it was
swimming, covered with foam, and running
like mill race with full head of water
Where the road crossed, on the edge of
which Logan was sitting, was the only
opening in the woods, which fringed the
stream on each side. Above and below the
trees leaned over and their branches hung
gracefully in the wafer, and swung to and
fro in the swift current.
After Logan had Sc, there little while,
Judge Scott came riding down the road on
the other side, but halted when he reached
the waters edge, and looked across, without
saying anything, bat looked asst he thought
"Hang you, if lis swimming, why don't you
say so ?" Logan took out his jack-knlte,
split piece off from the lick-log and COM
menced whiting il. looking steadily across
towards Scott all the while.
Logan was large, stout, heavy looking
man Scott, small, wiry, passionate, pen'ent;
and as brave as a bulldog.
After waiting a moment for each hated
the other too much to speak-Scolt tightened
the reins and rode into the water. His horse
had no, taken more than six steps, before
kerchur! he plunged in over head and ears. lr
a moment more Scott was washed from hi:
back The rider went one way, the horse The
other, and the saddlebags third. The horst
turned towards the side which he went in
and rot ashore some little way below The
saddlebags foated down the stream, ant
Scott managed to reach Logan's side Of th'
creek, and caught hold of the swinging liml
OF sycamore which dipped into the water
"Help, Logan, help" cried Scott. 81 shal
be drowned Help"
"S-s-s-say you'll v-v-vote for Sevier!" bawl
ed Logan.
"Help, Logan! Help! shall drown
Helpw
'S.s-s-say you'll v-v-vote for Sewer agai
bawled Logan, not rising from the lck-loq
Just then the sycamore limb snapped, an
that momen, Scott sung out
'lll see you I'D first, you internal ol
rascal and away he swept round the Tree an
out of sigh, below.
Luckily, the current made sweep below
eddying round in the concavity al the uppe
edge of a sand-bar. upon which Scott wa
flung, and scrambled out. He walked up tn
bank, and towards Logan, sputtering wit
rage, and streaming with water. Luckily b
had no weapons but pistol, and that,
course, was unfit for service and Logan WI
too big to be whipped by him in fist igh
"D- N it," cried Scott, as he got pret
near him, "do you stop to ask a man no
he's going 10 vote before you save him fro
drowning :"
Logan never stopped whiting, but lookir
composedly up, slowly said
"Erery g-g.gentlcmui has right 10 u-u'r'
as he likes, and d.d-drown when he likes a
Id.dont suppose anybody's bound TO d're N
the creek, TO fish out roie 10 k'k'kH
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