The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-02-02
AN ARKANSAS STORY.

AN RKANSAS STORY.
When Edward Washbourne was pain.
ting in this town, his studio was visited
by not only all the citizens Of this vicin-
ty, but many from the neighboring coun,
ties. young gentleman from War Ea-
gle one day found his way into the artist s
room, and was delighted with the por-
traits on the walls; and on the other hand
ashbourne was somewhatta with the
young genreman's appearance. He was
tall, unshaved, and partly undresSed. for
his copperaS breeches lacked several in
ches of reaching down TO his shoes. He
had on no socks, and had worn out hi
breeches. as he said. by "a setlin on logs
in the punken patch" His hair looked
as if attempts had been made to spin ii
at several places, and the brimless hat.
that partly covered il, had new top OF
wild cat skin. He said he had "nunked the
wild cat oul of tree in the bottom, mol
more nor week ago, and he fell sock
into old Rings mouth, and old Ring BIT Il
hole clean through him and went out OIL
t'olher side " lie wore no coat. aud
but one suspeneder of dressed buckskn.
over shirt thai N the days Of yore might
have been Of some light color.
w Washbourne asked him if he would nj
like TO have his portrant painted,
IL dunno what portrait is, stranger!
"A likeness that portrait hanging
there"
"Oh, a picture you mean. Do folks
pay you 10 make picters for me, OF do
you make 'em for fun?"
They pay me a little
"Stranger, that ar picler is a lookin
right strait at me wherever git. How
OIL I lie yeth do you make their eyes wall
sop
at is very easily done"
Stranger, do you reckon you could
fix my picter so it would look right at a
bodoy jest like that one!"
"Oh, very easily"
"Slranger. Pm ridin the old roam
mares liIIy, and she's mighty skeery
nag, and them ar picters would be mighty
onhandy to pack, specially on wild
nag, and daddy gin me bit TO buy new
lookin glass and I've got TO pack it home:
dot you reckon you II be over on War
Eagle some of these times, stranger?"
ii don't know; do you think | could
get any painting 10 do over there?"
"l'm bound you'd git lots Of it-Squire
Carnaham, and Jake Todd, and Ebenezer
Henderson, and Peter Ball, and Reuben
Slater, and everybody clean down on the
creek 10 main White river. Stranger,
can you pa mt gal lookin right at fel.
ar?'
"Just as easily as | can man."
"Well. I'll git you to paint Becky
Boyd's picter looking right at me, and
then you must picter me lookin right at
Beck, and iii fix Inc picters so they'll
look right smack at one another. Beck
II like it fust rate! Stranger, could you
make pictur OF man and woman hug
ginl'
Yes, can paint them doing almost
anything"
~ mout a knowed that. Dadey was a
telling how he seed teller, in Van Buren,.
maxim pclres on pure silver. That
was how daddy come to break the lookiu
glass. lie axed the teller how he made
the piciers, and the feIer said he polished
the silver till it looked like lookin glass
Daddy said the teller had a mortal big
razor strop as long as a mans arm, and
the teller rubbed It across the pure silver
Just like he was a sawin off the end Of
log; and daddy sed he seed man sci
down and look right at the pure silver
and he had Mt sot a mint when the ieIIeI
erkerd up the pure silver and run behind
piece oi cloth hung up. and when he
was behind thar daddy axed him what ht
"as a doin and the telIer told him he wa,
smokn the picter to make it stick. Dad
dy axed him ii smokin it made ii stick
and the teller told him yes. Then when
daddy come home he took his shaVen
pldSS' anu oalu HO was O vino w "phN ="
picter like the feller in Van Buren made
'em, He said thar was no sense in gwine
to the expense of making lookin glass
out OF pure silver. and then daddy TUX
his shaven glass, and fixed it on char
end looked tight at il mint and then
jerked it up and run into the smoke house
and held it over terrible big smoke,--l
reckon, stranger, thar war smoke enough
TO cure all the bacon in Carroll county;
but somehow or other daddy let the 6 ass
git too hot, and it cracked it all into film
ders. and when he fotch it out Of the
smoke house there warn sign Of a pic.
ter on it. Do you smoke your picters'
strangerl"
mo, never smoke them."
"Well, stranger, how much do you ak
Tor maxim a picter?'
Fifty dollars"
"F1y Dollars! Fifty Dollars in
specie. Stranger?"
~ es, fifty dollars in SPECIE"
"GOod gracious, stranger! Fifty dol
lars in cool simonS! Good for forty acres