The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1859-04-07

lOSt SOllt III liie STOCeTy liuc duu III
tell you how twas The boy Bill, oul
eldest son, he see how the Ticker was 90.
in, and he didn't have nary red to jine
in the retail bisiness SO one night he
crawls under the house. ard taps the
bar'l atwixt the cracks in the puncheon
floor and | rally believe he's got more
than me or the ole woman ither; the
good for-nothin' vagabon, to come the
galff' over his material born parents; it's
enutf to make man sour agin all crea-
ton ; that boy'll be the runation of us
yet. He takes to trickery jist as material
as hungry 'possum takes to a hen roost.
Now, stranger. what on yearth am to
do T? He beats me and the old woman
entirely.
Traveller-It would be difficult for me
to advise in regard to your son, as | have
no family of my own. You say it's ten
miles to the next house the big creek is
up; the bridge carried away no posi-
bility of fording it, and seven miles
through a swamp to the only bridge in
the vicinity This is rather gloomy
prospect, particularly as the sun is just
about down still, my curiosity is excit-
ed, and as you have been playing only
one part of the Arkansas Traveller ever
since my arrival, | would like to know
why you don't play the tune Mrough?
Ark. Artist--For one of the best rea-
sons on yearth, old hoss-I can't do it.
| haint larnt the turn of that tchune, and
drat me if | believe | ever shall.
Traveler-Give me your instrument,
and I'll see if | can't play the turn for
you.
Ark. Artist-Look o'here. my friend,
do you play the turn of that tchune
Traveller believe | can
Ark. Artist-'Lite, lite, old hoss-
aceW find place for you in the cabin,
sure. Ole woman Ca halloo y within
the shanty was the first indication the
traveller had of any other human being
on the premises the stranger plays the
turn of the Rackensack Traveller Ny
friend, hitch your hoss to the 'simmon-
tree, or any where else you please. Bill
ii be here soon, and he'll take keer of
him. Ole woman, you call Sal aud
Nance up from the spring tell Nance to
go into the spring house and cut off a
good large piece ov bear-steak, to brile
for the strangers supper; tell Sal to
knock over chicken or two, and get out
some flour, and have some flour -dons 5
and chicken fxin's for the stranger.
(Bill just heayes in sight, twenty -four
hours earlier than he was expected a half
hour before Bill, o Bill there's a
stranger here, and he plays the turn of
the Rackensack Traveller go to the corn
crib and get big punkin, and bring it
to the house, SO the stranger can have
suthin' to sit on and skin a later long
with me and the old woman, while the
gals is gettin' supper and, Bill, take
the hoss, and give him plenty of corn
no nubbins, Bill then rub him down
well +; and then, when you come to the
house, bring up dried hide and bar
skin, for the stranger to sleep on and
then, Bill, | reckon he'll play the turn of
the Rackensack Traveller for u.s..
The punkln' was brought /; the ia
ters were skinned and eaten; the turn
OF the Rackensack Traveller was repeat
edly played, to abundant edification
and the gals finally announced that sup
per was ready and although, instead of
store tea they had saxifax tes-doin's'
without milk, yet the repast was one to
be long and gratefully remembered. The
traveller remained all night, and was pi-
loted safely over the big creek early the
next morning. Of a truth. music has
charms to soothe the savage breast !
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