Arkansas true Democrat., 1860-05-26
The ArkansaW Traveller.

iHC ICCSlpO, Say ; tIlc 4hell pHIS LHC ulTeF, by Messrs. Cleaves and Walden, of a new supply of this famous picture of phase of life in Arkansas, some forty years ago, re- minds us of promise we had made to our readers, upon first noticing it, to publish the story of which this picture is the faith full and spirited illustration. Toappreciate the whole thing, and enjoy it to the full, it must be seen and heard (the story, to- gether with ''the balance of that chune on the fiddle '') as rendered by Col. Sandy Faulkner, to whom the picture is dedicated, and whose life like portrait adorns it,-and as no one but himself can render it. A sad interest has been added to this picture of late, by the death of young Washborne, the talented, selt-taught artist, native of Arkansas, whose pencil produced 1t.
 The picture, with the music, is to be had of Cleaves & Walden, Main street. The following Is the story
 THE ARKANsAw TRAvELER.
 A lost and bewildered Arkansas traveller approaching the cabin of squatter, about forty years ago, discovered the propri- etor seated on an old whisky barrel near the door, partly sheltered by the caves playing C. .fddie, when the following dialogue enSued-the squatter still continuing to play the same part over and over:
 Traveller. -Halloo, stranger?
 Squatter.-Hello yourself
 T-Can 1 get to stay all night with you?
 S.-You kin git to go to h-ll.
 T.-Have you any spirits here?
 S.-Lots of 'em. Sal saw one last night by that thar ole holler gum and it nearly skeered her to death. T.--1ou mistake my meaning have you any liquor?
 S.-Had some yesterday, but Ole Bose he got in and lapped all uv 1t out n the pot
 T-Iou don't understand, l don't mean pot liquor. Pm wet and cold, and want some whisky. Have you got any?
 S.-Oh, yes,-I drank the last this morning.
 Tim hungry, havn't had thing this morning, can't you give me something to eat?
 S.-IIan't d-d thing in the house. Not mouthful of meat, or dust of meal here.
 T.-Well, can't you give my horse something?
 S.-Got nothin' to feed him on.
 T.-How far is it to the next house? S.-Stranger, l don't know. I've never been thar.
 T.--Well, do you know who lives here? S.-I do
 T.-As Pm so bold then, what might your name be?
 S.--It might be Dick, and it might be Tom; but 1t lacks d-d sight of it.
 T.-Sirl will you tell me where this road goes to?
 Sits never been anywhar since I've lived here: its always thar when 1 git up in the mornin.
 T,-Well, how far is 1t to where it forks?
 S.-lt don't fork at all, but 1t splits up like the al.
 T.--As I'm not likely to get to any other house tonight, can't you let me sleep in yours, and I'll tie my horse to a tree, and do without anything to eat or drink?
 S.-My house leaks; thar's only one dry spot in it, and Sall sleeps on it. And that thar tree is the ole woman's persim mon; you can't tie to 1t, 'cose she don't want um shuk off She lows to make beer out'n um
 T.-Why don't you finish covering your house and stop the leaks?
 Sits been raining all day.
 Well, why don't you do it in dry weather?
 S.--lt don't leak then.
 T.-As there seems to be nothino alive about your place but children, how do vou do here any how?
 S.-Putty well, thank you, how do you do yourself?
 IT mean what do you do for living here.
 S.--keep tavern and sell whisky. I.-Well, 1 told you I wanted some whisky.
 S.-Stranger, I bought bar'l morn a week ago. You see me and Sal went shars. Arter we got it here we only had a drink betweenst us, and Sall, she did mt want to use hern fust, nor me mine. You see, had aspiggin in one eend, and she in tother So she takes drink out'n my eend, and pays me the bit for 1t; then I'd take un out'n hern, and give her the bit. Well, we's gitting along fust-rate, till Dick, d-d skulking skunk, he bourn hole on the bottom to suck at, and the next time