Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1859-04-14

StiCdul, W VIC Lave AoUy q tuuCuOou
bridge, through one Of the bigges
bamboo swamps ever you see. Ireck
on the bridge is standing yet-'twa
yesterday mornin' though one ent
had started down stream about fifteeI
feet. or sich matter"
i Traueler-"Friend, you seem com
municative, and if it's no offense, II
like to know what you do for liv
ingf"
| Arkansaw Artist-"No offence on
yearth, stranger; We just keep
grocery
Traueler -"A grocery! Where in
the name of All that is mercantile do
J your customers come from! Your
nearest neighbor is ten miles Distant!
+! Arkansaw .Grhst-"The fact is,
me and the ole woman is the best
customers get, but we 'spect these
diggins will improve, and 10 course
business will improve too. Hows'
ever, we do somethin non, even. Me
and the ole woman took the cart
t'other day and went to town; We
bort bar'l of whiskey, and art-r We
come home and gin to count the
bal ance on hand, we found there
want but just one solitary picayune
left, and as the ole woman allus car
ries the puss, in course she had it.
Well, / sot the bari agin one side of
the room, and shortly arter, the ole
woman seq: 'Supposin' you Gap your
end of the bar'l, and did; and she
bought drink and paid me a plea
yuue. Pretty soon l began to get
dry, and says l: 'Ole woman, 'spo-
zen you tap your end of the barT-
and she did, and then she sells me
drink, and the way that picayune
has travelled back ards and for'ards
across the bung of that bar'l is a
caution to them as love :red.eye.' =
But, stranger, losses is apt to come
with every business, and me and the
ole woman has lost some in the gro
Gerry line, and III tell you bow twas.
The boy Bill, our oldest son, he see
how the Ticker was goin, and he !
didn't have nary red to jine in the
retail business, SO one night he
crawls under the house and taps the
bari atwixt the cracks in the pun.
cheon- aoor, and rally believe he's
got more than me or the ole woman
ither; the good-for-nothin' yagabon'
'to come the giraf' over his material
born parents-its enuff to make a
man sour agin all creation the boy
will be the ruination of US yet. He
takes to trickeyy just as material as a
hungry 'possum takes to a hen roost.
Now, stranger, what on yearsh am l
to DO? He beats me and the ole
woman entirely"
Trave1er-"It would be difficult |
for me to advise in regard to your
son, as | have no family of my own.
You say its ten miles to the next !
house; the big creek is up; the bridge
is carried away; no possibility 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 excited, and as You have been
playing but one part of the 'Arkan-
sas Traveller ever since my arrival,
/ would like to know, before / leave,
wbyyou don'tplay the tone through?
Arkansaw .frtist-"For one Of
the best reasons on yearth. old hoss
i can't do it. l haint larnt the
turn Of that tchune, and drat me If |
believe | ever shall
Trareler-"Give me your instru-
ment, and I'll see if | can't play the
turn for you.
Arkansaw Artist--"Look o'here,
my friend, dc you play the turn of
that tchune?" |
Trareler-"I believe l can.'
.Arkansaw .4rtist--"'Lite, lite,
old hoss! = weU find a place for you
in the cabin, sure. Ole woman! "a |
'hallo!' within the shanty was the
first indication the traveller had of
any other human being on the prem
ises,) the stranger plays the turn of
the 'Rackensaek Iravelerr My |
friend, hitch your boss to that sim
men-tree, or anywhere else you please.
Bill'iI be here soon, aud he'll take
keer of him. Ole woman, you call
Sal and Nance up from the SPRING
tell Nance to GO into the spring