Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-02-06
VOL. XIV---N0. 50.
Heat 1t Hot, Sam!

Col. McHatten came from Viz
ginia to this State in the early set
element of the country, when road.
side inns were unknown, and ev-
cry dwelling in the wilderness kept
Travellers Home. The Col. by a
lucky investment in the wilderness
became intime a rich man, but he
kept his hospitality; and if the
guest was well to do in the world,
did not object to turning an hon.
est penny in that way.
One cold blustry evening in win-
ter, a horseman drew up to the
door and asked accommodations
for the night. A half grown lad
answered in the affirmative, and
ushered him into the sitting room,
where the great wood-fire, of itself,
gave him a cordial welcome. AE-
ter supper, the landlord made his
appearance, for the first time. He
was hearty, hale and rosy as any
boniface should be, but he was
bent and crippled in his gait. He
explained, by saying that he had
taken cold, which had settled in
his back. III don't mind the pain
so much" he continued, ''but it is
SO inconvenient, aud | have been
recommended to try a poor mans
plaster, and if you will excuse me,
L will have it put on here"
Being assured that it would give
no offence he bawled out "Sam!
Samuel Samuel McHatten p
"Here, father" responded the
lad before mentioned, and soon en-
tered the room.
"Here, Sam, my boy, heat this
plaster for me, and put it on my
back-heat it hot, SAM" Saying
which, he handed it to his son, and
seating himself astride of the
chair, with his back to the fire,
threw his suspenders back and
his shirt over his head. "Now,
Sam, if the poor mans PLASTER is
hot, you may put it on; but wait
a little; I'm afraid it's not hot
enough. Heat it hot, Sam, heat
it hot| Turning to the traveller
he asked, "can you tell why it is
called the poorn,an's splaster--some-
times the poor mans triend?-ehl
give it up!-laughing to himself
because it Sticketh closer than a
brother! eh!"
Sam, who had been watching
for a chance to speak, now ven-
tured to say:
q q guess it's hot enough now,
father"
"What do you know about it?"
said the old man testify. '1 say,
heat ID hot, Sam, heat ii hotr
Sam, whose face was as red as
beet, had held it to the fire until
it had run and dripped on the
hearth, made no reply.
"Well," said the old man, look
ing around, 81 reckon it will do
now. Clap it on, Sam, clapit on !"
Sam did clap it ON. The old
man gave one yell, like a wild In
dian, and q jump clear over the
back of the chair, kicking his old
fashioned breeches off at his
heels, dancing around with pain.
The traveller laughed until the
tears ran down his cheeks, and
the more the Col. roared, the
more he laughed.
when the first agony was over,
the Col. began to swear, and be-
came very angry, and our travel
ler thought it prudent to retire,
lest he should share with Sam,
who he observed was making good
his'distance, the vengeance of the
Col. The next morning, wnen
leaving, he handed the Col. five
dollars, saying with a twinkle of
his eye, u don't want any change f,
1t is cheap at that"
When fairly mounted, and out
of reach, he bawled out:
"Heat it hot, Sam, heat it hotl
It sticketh closer than brother /!
ehY