Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1854-09-30

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OF their benux, and the mothers smiling to
hear the praitIe Of their children.
AT nine o'clock, group oflawyers,
doctors,and politicans--coloneLs all-wore
engaged in earnest conversation around
the bar, undisIurbed by the drunken
shouts .anddn OF tumult reyerberating with.
out, far and near, over the village.
at is the hour for calling court, remark.
Reub Reynolds, Esq, "and YET our new
Judge has not arrived"
"lf he's smart, he won't arrive at ALL"
said Gen. Smoot, cutting figures in The
air with SNOWY sword.cane which he
had applied u et armiS to the shoulders
of new judge lately resigned. Gen.
Smoot was the" Z" My Lord Coke" of Ar.
kansas. He had amassed handsome
fortune in the brief space Of five years,
and by universal consent, ranked at the
head of his profession. 1t is true he had
not worked his way up to this proud ele.
walton by learned and laborious research.
nor had he scared there on the pinions of
mpassioned ahd peerless eloquence, nor
had intellect, or Imagination, or purity of
feeling aided in his ascent; be had simp.
ly hewed his way through all obstacles
with the sharp edge Of an immense bowie
knife, which few save himself had sufi-
cient strength to WELD. Wo to the luck.
less witness that gave him q cross an
swer. Wo 10 the opposing counsel that
did not cover before his thunder And
a deeper wo 10 the presumluous Judge who
dared 10 check his brow beating insolence
or who assumed the right to determine
one point against him!
When, therefore, the bystanders heard
the duelIing general utter his oracular
loconism in reference 10 the new Judge,
everybody comprehended the implied
threats, and burst into hearty laugh.
"What is the name Of bis expected
honor 7" inquired Col. Reub Reynolds,
Esq, as he gave his moustache an extra
twir.
ga. Yell, from Tennessee" replied
Col McBalI, "and he has come 10 Arkan-
sas with the commission Of territorial
! Judge in his pocket, for the purpose OF
making capital 10 be the first governor oil
the new state when organized"
Col. McBall was himself an aspirant
for the high office olwhch he then spoke.
/ He did not obtain it, but. he did obtain the
post of Cashier OF the Fayetteville bank,
/ and five years afterwards robbed it and
ran away with one hundred thousapd
dollars.
"How do you call his name 2" interro.
gated Gen. Smool, eeva'ing his sword
cane.
ga. YELL" repeated Col. McBall.
"rll change his name to A. How" " re.
Joined Gen. Smoot, perpetraling a meta
phorical pun, while the sword cane descen.
ded with a most belligerent flourish.
A boisterous shout from the group ies'
tilted their general approval OF the men,
ace.
"Is any one acquainted with this Yell p
asked Col. Wallace, who was also cam
diiate for the future gubernatorial chair.
81 is.n answered deep toned voice,
that started the listeners like the roar OF
thunderboIt.
All turned TO gaze on the speaker, who
had Joined the company unpercelved.-
He was a stranger that no one recognized
and none could have ever have seen be-
fore, for the glance that beheId him once
might never forget his image. llabited
all over in fresh suit of leather orna'
mented with fantastic figures, with pan
ther skin cap surmounling masses ol ra'
ven hair rolled in wild tangles, his inn
mense waist cinctured by broad bell
literally bristling with pistols, of almost
pioantic stature, with face of bronze
and hands of iron, the latter grasping ar
enormous gun, doubled.barrelled, anC
. bo,h hammers at hafcock, the unknoaoa
seemed for all the world the embodied
ideal of muscular force and dlabolica
bravery.
Every eye was rivited on this strang'
tower of human strength, but for severa
minutes every lip was dumb. In tn
meanwhile, the giant did not appear il
the least dscomposed by the common
scrutiny and Gaping wonder elected b.
his advent. He only opened the caverI
of his throat and gave way 10 an lrrepres
, sible conclusion of laughter.
Encouraged by this ambiguous sign o
; idiocy or good humor, Gen. Smoot ven
tured 10 address the organized phenome
r non.
, "You say, fellow, that you are acqualn
|, ted with Mr.. A. Yelll"
81 reckon isn't nuhin else," replle
the unknown, proudly.
Smoot-"What sort Of man is ne
Unknown-"Ile's man."
!. !, Smoot-"Will he fight y
; Unknown-"Yes, he'll fight every
! thing and anything, from the devil on D. b
4 burnln throne upto sassy lawyer VIII
= his skull empty of brains and his pock'
f full ofpislols.p =.
4 Smoot-"IIase you ever seen hli
Q fight" Il,