The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-08-12

did war to slap all six barrels into EN-, Jest
| to rive em hint not to call alter visitin'
| hours. hearn a screech, and then pat
| tin o. feet runnin' off; but it war too dark
to see anythin', and all the rest o. that
night my feelin's amt to be 'scrlbed, no
howl"
| "Ah, YOU were afraid you had killed one
of them, l SUPPOSE" said L, pleased at
| this solitary touch of humanity in my
grisly acquaintance.
| KILLED! why, darn it, stranger, dye
want to insult me! No, by Jingo. war
'fraid I'd missed one ON 'em ! and to have
my own revolver miss close range, ater
being true to me for SO many years, were
more N could bear." CThe pathos with
which he said this was indescribable.) II
| felt partic'ler cheap all that night, so tell
| ye; WI might hav bought me for cent,
any time fore morning. But as soon as
| it war light, cum out, and thar seen one
feller lyin dead before the tent-dOOr, and
| track o blood all whar tother bad run
off, Jest like strick O. mOasses cross
buckwheat cake; and, says |, Thank
Heaven. I've hit 'em both = and the weight
that war taken off my mind in that air
moment-stranger, thar amt no 'scribin
it, ts'
The real fervor of his tone as he uttered
L
man, whose conscience has just been re-
lieved of some overwhelming burden, can
not be conveyed in words.
q daresay you'd hardly guess, nc Or
stranger, that fust saw this revolver in !.
vision; but did, though, stare as n,uob
| as YOU like and the way it happer ,ed war
lest SO: Father had bin dead bout n month
when I cum in late one night ron, vim
rail-fence that one of our oxen had
smashed: and alter I'd sot i,y the Kitchen.
fire for a spell, and done torable stroke
o. supper, began to feel Ieetle drowsy-
warn't to say asleep, but Jest so as if yu'0
spoke to me sudden, I'd hev thought a
minute fore l auswered-when, all to
once, l seen fa:'tef stannin' right fore me,
with his big strsi% bat o. one side, and his
high boots and striped shirt-sleeves, and
his hands In his pockets (ttdt war the only
ghost-like thing bout him, for while he
: war alive they war mostly in some one
else's), and he says to me, says he: 'Cy
my boy my names Cyrus JehoSar'
Flint, stranger, and amt ashamed -
'Cy, my boy I've cum back ,s@ y,
spirit world to tell you suth' Ec'h the
haps be none the wuss O. X a 'yull per
leave yu much," says sym. L didn't
safe to go long 9" ,xss' sE h.nSa1 cause yu all
them two bro stnsfc- handed, whereas
+, | m
fore tb. kinder need proppn' up some
WI; -ey can stand by themselves. Now
Jest listen to me, Tomorrow mornin,
the very fust thing, wa up and job open
}, the back o that old cupboard i'm the cor
4 ner, jest above the top shell, and thar WI III
I, find a revolver, the best WI ever fingered ;
! and may Heaven bless it to yure use. And
now kneel down, and receive nv blessin
l L war jest gwine to du it, when all TO
once slipped off my chair, and cum the
, aI-firedest lick with my nose agin the
fender as ever seen and when cum to
agin, ther wasn't nobody thar Wal, cuss
IL. says Though that air language amt
quite proper for member o. the church).
, hope the next time father comes from
tother world, he'll contrive to do it at a
reas nable hour, stead o showin' up alter
bedtime, and maxim his own flesh and
blood break his nose in this here fashn.
But for all that, ! didn't forget what he
said and fust thing next mornin' up
ana INTO the kitchen, and out with the
oacK o the cupboard, and thar Law the re-
volver, as sure as ever thing war in the
world And now, stranger, if you don't
Delleve that air story, here is the IDENTICAL
f revolver, and you can't go again Mm no
how ~
Against such confirmatory evidence if
|
readily assented, only venturing to inquire
l INTO the mystery ofthe singuarly arranged
, studs on the stock of the pistol
wal, stranger" returned my COM
panion, "yu wouldn't guess the trick o
tncin studs in hurry, SO I'll tell you.
5 Each o them air studs on that revolver
: stands Tor the life of man that him and
me he-g clared off There's eleven ON 'em
altogether, and / recon that's pretty
toiabic stroke o work for one man and
one weepun."
Used as / am to extraordinary conf
u dences, this cool, complacent statement
t fairly staggered me for moment
Good Heaven!' l gasped, do you
b mean 10 tell me That you have murdered
} eleven mem"
a No. stranger" replied he slowly and
Y sententiOusly; "yu hev got on the wrong
G ferryboat in making that air statement l
d mean to tell yu that I've found it necessa-
s ry at different periods o my life, to rub
d out eleven human critters who must other
e wise hev offered the same ci-vility to me ;
!. and calclate yu don't call that murderin'g
h Thar's one wantin' yet to complete the
Y dozen, as yu see; but" added he cheerful
Y fully, "that won't be long a-coming,' |
e guess"
1.-The old cannibalT said | mentally :
he talks OF kllllnS people as III he were
f only collecting photographs Pray Heaven
he may not take it into his head to add me
G to his museum!
"Thar's one vantage I've got with this
weepun," pursued the Yankee; Il can al
, ways tell at fust sight o. man whether
I'm a-gwine to kill him some day or not" !"
, "How's that" asked ], not without Sc
: cret shudder, and slight anxiety as to
which way the scale had turned with re-
gard to myself.
> wal, jest this way; whenever meet a
man that I'm bound to rub out bime-by,
; the hammer o this re-vOlver's sure to gin
5 sorter click-so-jest to show that he
. knows his doOty 'spectin' that air individ
, coal and he never makes "a mistake. he
| don't"
The perfect air of conviction with
> which he said this was the reverse of
agreeable; and L could not help refectino.
"A pretty thing if this precious pistol
should have happened to click when he
saw me first, and he should think it neces-
sary to vindicate its infallibilityr' NV
countenance probably expressed some dis
r quietude, for my companion suddenly
, broke my meditations by observing, i'm an
encouraging tone:
"Yu hain't no call to be skeared.
stranger; he didn't click at sight o'you,
and I'm kinder glad ont, for you're good
$ kumpny in yure way; although yu air
, tarnation green in the ways of the world I"