Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1864-02-17
The Arkansas Traveller.

prietor seated on an old whiskey barrel
near the door, partly sheltered by the
caves, playing a Jfddls, when the follow
ing dialogue ensued-the squatter still
continuing toplay the same part over and
over.
Traveler-Hallo, stranger?
Squatter-Hello yourself.
T.-Can I get to stay all night with
you?
s.-YOu kin git to go to h-T.
T-Havo you any spirits here2
S.-Lots of 'em. Sal saw one last
night by that thar hollar gum and it
nearly skeercd her to death.
T.-You mistake my meaning, have
you any liquor?
S-Had some yesterday, but Ole Bose
he got in and Tapped all Nv it ouFn the
pot.
T.-You don't understand 1 don't
mean pot liquor. I'm wet and could,
and want some whiskey. Have you got
any?
s-Oh, yes-I drank the last, this
morning.
T.-Pm hungry, hayn't had thing
this morning; can't you give ME some
thing to eat?
S.-Hain'ta ID thirg in the house
Not a mouthfuI of meat, or dust of
meal here.
T-Well, cant you give my horse
something?
S-Got nothin' to feed him on.
T.-How far is It to the next house {?
Stranger, I don't know,-Ive nov
er been thar.
T.-WelI DO you know who lives here {?
ST do.
T.-As I'm 50 bold then, what might
your name be?
st might be Dick, and itmight be
Tom butt lacks Id sight of it.
T.-Sir! will you tell me where this
road goes to ,?
SITS never been anywhar since I've
lived here; its always thar when I get
up in the morning
T.-Well, how far is it to where it
forks?
St don't fork at all, but it is split
up like the ID.
I.-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 Sal sleeps on it. And
that thar tree is the old woman's persim-
mon; you can't tie to it, ease she don't
want um shuk of, she lows to make beer
out'n UNI.
T.-Why don't you finish covering
your house and stop the leaks?
SITS been raining all day,
T.-Wsll, why don't you do it in dry
weather?
Sit don't leak then.
T-As there seems to be nothing alive
about your place, but children, how do
you do here any how?
S-Putty well, think you; how do
you do yourself?
TT mean what do yau do fer living
here?
S.-Keep tavern and sell whisky.
T.-Well, I told you wanted some
whisky.
S-Sranger, I bought bar'l morn a
week ago. You see me and Sal went
shars. .Arter we got it here, We only
bad a drink betweenst US, and Sal, she
didn't want to use hor'n fust, nor me
mine. You see, I had a spiggin in one
eend, and she in tother. So she takes a
drink out'n my eend and pays me the bit
for it then I'd take on out'n her'n and
give her the bit. Well, we's gotting
along fust-rate, till Dick, id skulking,
skunk, he born hole on the bottom to
suck at, and the next time I want to buy
drink, they wurnt none thar.
TIN sorry your whiskey's all gone;
but, my friend, why don't you play the
/ balance of that tuno2
SITS got no balance to it.
TT mean you don't play the whole
Of it.
S.-Sranger, can you play the fiddle?
T.-Yes, a little sometimes,
S.-You dont't look like fddlur, but
if you think you can play any more on
to that thar chune, you kin just git down
and try.
(The Traveller gifts down and plays the
whole of it)
S.--Stranger, take a half dozen
cheers and sOt down. Sal, stir yourself
round like a x-horse team in amud hole,
Go round in the holler, where 1 killed
that buck this mornin', cut off some Of
the best pieces, and fatch it and cook il
for me and this gentleman, directly. Raise