The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-02-01
The Arkansas Traveller.

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| is it:
A lost and bewildsrsd Arkansas Traveller
approaching the cabin Of Squatter,
about forty years age, discovered the
proprietor seated on an old whisky
barrel near the dsor, partly sheltered
by the caves, playing FIDDLE, when
the following dialogue ensued-the
Squatter still continuing to play the
same part ever and ever:
Traueler.-Hellee, strangsr.
SquaAer.-Helo yourself
T.-Can get to stay all night with
your s fe
S.-Yeu can git to 60 to halifax,
T.-Haye you any spirits here?
S.-Lots Of EN-, Sail saw one last ight
by that thar Gle heller gun, and it near
| ly skeered her to death.
T-You mistake my meaning, have
ysu any liquoR
S.-Had some yesterday, bat Ole Bsse
he got in and Tapped all nv it sut'n the
pot.
T.-Yeu dent understand ne, dent
mean pct liquor. I'm wet and cold, and
want some whisky. Have yeu got any?
S.-oh, yes-I drank the last this
msrning.
Tim hungry, havn't had thing
since morning, cant ysu give me some
thing to eat7 S.
S.-Hain't darn thing in the house.
Net mouthful of meat, or dust Of meal
here.
T.-wsll, cart yeu give nay horse
something?
S.-Gst nethin' to feed him en-.
T.--How far is it to the next house2
S.--Stranger!-I don't knew, I've new
sr been thar.
T.-well, de yoa know who lives hsr.2
ST. do.
T.-As I'm So beld, then, what night
yeur name be?
SIT might be Dick. and it might be
Tenn; but 1t lacks darn sight of it.
T.-Sir! will yeu tell nae whore this
road goes to?
SITS never been any vhar siace I've
lived here, its always thar when / git up
in the merRin'.
T.-Wsll, how far is it to where it
forks7
Sit don't fork at all. but it splits
up like the diel
T-As Ina not likely to get to any
house tonight. can't yea let me sleep in
yours, and | II tie my horse to a tree, and
dc without anything to eat or drink.
S.-My house leaks. Thar's only enc
dry spot in it, and me and Sail sleeps en-
it. And that thar tree is the sle wenan's
persimon, you can't tie to it, case she
don't want EN- shuk off. She lows to
make beer eut'n am.
T.-Why don't you finish covering
your house, ard stop the leaks.
Sits been raining all day.
T-Wsll, why don't you do it in dry
weather?
Sit dent leak.
T.-As there seems to be nothing alive
about your place but children, hsw de-
you do here any hew?
S.-Putty we'll, I thank ysu, heW dc
ysu do yourself?
| TT mean what do you do for liv-
ing here?
S.-Keep tavern and sell whisky.
T.-Well, told yeu I wanted some
whisky.
stranger! bought bari morn a
i week ago. You see me and Sail wont
shares. Arter we get it here, We only
had bit tweenst us, and Sail, she didn't
want to use hern fust, nor me mine. Yeu
see had spiggia' in one eend. and she
in tother. So she takes drink cut n my
eend, and pays me the bit fer it; and then
| 4 L ~ l~r . he
bit. Well, we's getting leng fast-Iate
till Dick, darn skulking skunk, he bourr
a hole en- the bottom to suck at and the
next time went to buy drink, they
wurnt none thar.
TIN ssrry your whisky's all gene
but, nay friend, why dent yea play th'
balance of that tuner
Sits get ne balance to it.
i Tt mean you don't play the Who'll
of it.
Il S.-Stranger, can yeu play the fddul
T.-Yes, a little sometimes.
i S.--Yeu dent look like fddlur, bu
D ef you think yen can play mere onto tina
thar thune, you kin jsst git dewn an
: try. -
: (The Traveller gets down and plays th
a whole Of it,
e S.-Strane or take half dozen cheer
and sot dswn. Sail, stir yourself reua
q like six horse team in a mad hole. g
# round in the boiler, whar killed thu
n buck this mersin', cut off soma Of tn
e best pieces, and fotch it and cook it fs
me and this gentleman, directly. Raii
up he board nndsr the head of the be-
% and git the cid black jug | hid fro
Q. Dick, and give us some whisky; kne
b lthar's some left yit Till, drive O
a Bose out'n the read-tray, then cline l
). in the loft, and git the rag that's got Il
Te sugar tied in it. Dick, carry the gentl
i. mans hoss round under the shed, gi
Q him seme fodder and corn, as much as
ry kin eat.
is Til.--Dad thar amt knives enouff
to sot the table.
S-Whar's big butch, little butch, 4
a case, cob handle granny's knife. and Z
Ie one handled yesterday? That's enuff
sk sot any geatleman's table, without yoa'
he lost um. Darn me. stranger, ef you cal
n' stay as long as you please, and { u 81
~ you plenty to eat and drink. Will y
thava cc flee far spnncr2