Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-05-06
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Incidents of Arkansas Life.

very high in Arkansas. Col. A. H.
SEWER w4s candidate for the office
Of D elegate to Congress, and Ben De-
sha was his opponent.
Judge Andrew Scott was a warm
friend Of Desha, and bitterly hostile
to Sewer. He had neighbor liv-
ing about fife en- miles from him, on
the far sid de of Galley Creek, named
Loshn, commonly called Jim Loga n,'
who was Exactly uce uersa in his pol
itics5 and so frequent had been their
encounters, that the two neighbors
had come cordially to hate each other.
One pleasant morning in the spring
when the sun shone out warmly, and
all nature was green and fresh after
a heavy rain of two or three days
duration, Logan went down from his
house, TIN ough the little strip of creek
bottom, tp the bank Of the creek,
and sat himself down on lick log,
musing, perhaps, as Colonel Jack
McCarty once said, 'on the eyanes-
cenee of all sublunary things
| The creek was about tive ty yards
wide, and the rain had raised It SO
that it was swimming, covered With
foam, nd running like mill race
with a full head of W alter. Where
the road crossed, on the edge of which
Logan was sitting, was the 0 hly OPEN
ing in the woods, which fri nged the
stream on each side. Above and
below the trees leaned over, and their
branches hung gracefully III the wa
ter, and swung too a nd fro in the
swift current.
After Logan had set there little
while, Scott came riding down the
other side,but halted when he reached
the water 5 edge, and looked across.
without 50 ying anything, but looked
as if he thought, You sconndrel, il
its swimming, why dom you say SOP
Logan to ok out his jack-knife, split
a piece off from the licH-log, and
commenced whiting it, looking
steadily across towards Scott all the
while.
Logan was a large, stout, heavy
looking man; Scott, small, wiry, pas
sionate, petulant, and as brave as a
bulldog.
AT ter " aitin g a nome mt for each
hated the other too much to speak
Scott frightened the rel rs and rode
into the water. His b rse had not
taken more than six steps, before ker
chg he plunged in over head and
ears. In moment more Scott was
washed from his back; the rider went
one way, the horse the other, and the
Isaddle-bags a third. The horse turned
towards the side on which he went in,
and got ashore some little way below;
the saddle-ba hoated on down
stream, and Scott manag ed to reach
Logan's side Of the creek, and caught
hold Of the swinging limb of a syca-
more which dipped into the water.
Help, Logan, help cried Scott.
4 shall be drowned! Help
Say you Il vote for Sevier!' bawled
Logan.
Hell p!'
Say y ou Ill vote for seY err again
baw led Logan, not rising from the
lick7log.
snapped, and at the same moment
Scott sun g out,
I'll sec you at the devil first, you
internal old rascal and away he
swept roSu nd the tree and out of sight
below.
Luckily, the current made sweep
below, eddying round in the concav-
ity at the upper edge of a sand-bar,
upon which Scott was Fl ing, and
scrambled out. He walked up the
bank, and towards Logan, suffering
with rage, and streaming vii h water
Luckily he had no weapon IS but a
pistol, and that, of course, was unfit
for service; and Logan was too big to
be whipped BIZ him in a fist fight.
'Confound it, said Scott, as he got
pretty near him, 'doy stop to ask
a man how he's going to vote before
you save him from drowning?'
Logan never stopped whiting,
but looking composedly up, slowly
said i
Every gentleman has a right to
vote as he likes, and drown when be
likes; and ! don't suppose anybody
bound to dive into the creek to fish
out vote to kill his own