Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-01-30
Mnmarnas department.
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HEAT 1T HOT, SAM.
A correspondent sends US the following
good story:
Col. McHatten came from Virginia t.
this State Gllinois) in the early settlement
of the country, when roadside inns were
unknown, and every dweller in the wilder
ness kept sort of travellers home. The
Colonel by a lucky investment in wile
land, became, in time, rich man but ht
kept up his habits Of hospitality, and if tht
guest was well to do in the world, did mo-
object to turning an honest penny in tha
way.
One cold, clustering, winter evening,
-horseman drew up to the house and asked &C
eommodation for the night. A halfgrow1
lad answered in the Affirmative, and usherec
him into the sitting room, where the great
wood fire, of itself, gave him cordial wei
come. After supper the landlord made MS
appearance for the first time. He was
hearty and hale and rosy as any Boniface
should be, but he was bent and crippled IN
the gait. He explained by saying that he
had taken cold which had settled in his
back. ..-..
81 don't mind the pain so much, he con-
tinued, Shut it is 30 inconvenient. l have
been recommended to try a poor mans ptas'
ter, and if you will excuse me 1 will have it
put on. Sam Samuel! Samuel McHat-
ten!'
ssHere, father" said the lad before men
toned, hastily swallowing huge piece OF
mince pie which he had been quietly en-
joying.
"Here, Sam, my boy, heat this plaster
for me and put it on my back. Heat it
Sam"
Saying which, he handed the plaster to
his son, and seating himself astride his
chair, with his back to the fire, threw his
suspenders back and his shirt over his
head. "Now, SAM" said the Colonel, if
the poor mans plaster is hot, you may put
it on but you may wait little; I'm afraid
its not hot enough. Heat it hot, Sam !;
heat it hot. Can you tell" he continued,
turning to the traveller, who was seated in
the corner, sscan you tell why this is called
the poor mans plaster-sometimes the
poor mans friends-eh? Give it up =?
laughing to himself-because it stacksth cto-
ser than brother, eh ?"
Poor Sam, who had been watching his
chance to speak without interrupting his
father, now ventured to say:
II guess it's hot enough now, father.
"What do you know about it ?" said the
old man testify. 81 say heat it hot, Sam,
heat it hot
Sam, whose face was at red heat, had
held the plaster to the fire till it ran and
dripped down on the hearth, and he made
no reply. ....'...
"Weil," said the old man, looking a.
round, "maybe it will do now, Sam. Clap
it on"
Sam, armed with the plaster approached
him, and, if my word can be taken, did
clap it on. The old man gave one yell,
like wild Indian, and jumped clear over
the back of his chair, kicking his old-fash-
ioned breeches off his feet, dancing around
with pain. The traveller laughed until he
cried, and the more mine host roared, the
more he laughed: When the first agony
was over the Colonel began to swear, and
our traveller thought it would be prudent
for him to retire, lest he should share
wrath with Sam, who he observed was ma
king good his distance.
The next morning, when leaving, he
handed the Colonel five dollars, saying,
with twinkling of his eye:
81 don't want any change. 1t is cheap
at that" After he was seated upon his
horse, and out of range, he called:
sHeat it hot, Sam, heatit hot. 1t stick
eth closer than brother, eh p"