Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-05-21
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OZARK FROM THE ToMBs,' STORY.

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OZARK FROM THE ToMBs'' STORY.
This good yarn, for the truth Of which
"Sut" vouches, that is, Sin the main like q
man takes wife," as he phrases it, has
appeared in several papers lately in an In
complete form:
Many years ago, Major Wallace, while
President of the East Tennessee and Geor.
gia Railroad, CHANGED to be travelling over
the line in a car where there but few pas.
sengers, seated opposite the stove, wrapped
up in his shawl and meditations connected
with the gigantic job, which he had under
taken, (building railroad without money
when night came on. Presently, in boun-
ded brakeman, loudly slaming the door
behind him-one of those country geniuses,
who, with laudable ambition had, day
or two ago, abandoned the girls, the fiddle,
and tie ploughtail, to ''climb in the world, "
to besosle brakeman. He had been the
king bec at all the neighborhood froics, at
tEa iaue raisings, at the corn shuckings,
a,a et the cross roads doggery fighting
graucd, and now he felt sure that he was a
Kim bee on railroads. Strutting up to the
stove he slammed down his lantern, kicked
the aud from his huge boots on the foot
boart of the seat, spit tobacco juice copi-
ously and noisly on the Kissing stove,
crossed his muscular thighs, took survey
of the aforesaid boots, with harness leather
straps, and then bethought himself Of the
"cussomer" sitting opposite, on whom he
proc .eded to bestow heightened, critical
and iaucy look, as though he doubted the
'scussomer's" right to be in the coach at all.
At l,agth he sought knowledge:
ss'Thar are you gwine, Mister ?"
go Dalton, sir" responded the Major,
quietly.
Prsasher, amt your"
s.No, sir, am not; but why do you ask r,
"Cl nothing, only BY thought l
saw Clark from the tombs' sticken' out all
over you like measils. You know me, l
reck, l:' ......
81 am sorry to say that I do not" :"
"V'ell, I'll jist be dam; why, whar the
devil wer you raised"
"At Maryyille, East Tennessee"
"Oh! that excuses you, for if ever l
hearn tell owe that settlement afore, l wish
I may be burned, and know every place,
dus."
"You seem to be well acquainted with
the place you are now occupying" remark
ed the Major, almost choking with efforts to
suppress his laughter.
sWhat place do you mean, Mister? This
we're red bainch kivered with the dried
skins of cows tongues or my office 2"
"I alluded to your Office, and by the way,
what is your position on this road?''
Brakeman, by the jumpin' geminy. l
tho't everybody know'd that; brakeman
over the Yeast Tennessee and Georgia
Railroad"
"Unfortunately I did not know it, re-
piled the Major.
"Well, you'd dam soon foun' the fac out
if you'd cut up any shines roun' yere,
huggin wimmen, or cussin, or trying to
steal anybody carpet-bag, or talkin' sassy
to the conductor or sich. Why I'D a chuck
ed you head foremos' thru that winder, like
dartin clapboards through the cracks ov a
barn, for / mean to run this here train on
morril principles, I dus. An you didn't
know I was the brakeman ov this yere rail-
road?"
'Indeed, sir, did not"
s'Well, old Slideasy, all hes got to say
is that for man ov yo1r looks, yow no less
than anybody I ever sav. How do you
manage to make livin', enyhow?"
81 receive salary; I am President Of
this road; Wallace is my name. But
have not the pleasure of knowing yours
will you be kind enough to inform me?'
All symptoms of ''king bee' disappeared
at this thunderbolt announcement, and in
their stead, timid humility, crushed pride
of place, a strong "get way desire, and a
most confounded hang dog look.