Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1870-01-02
KING BEE.
"HaFk from the TOmbs Sticking oat Ike tie
Measles"

The following from the Atlanta,
Georgia, COastidioadiisi, ~ the most
laughabie incident thatwe have read
for many q day. II goes straight 10
the center:
Soon after the opening Of the East
Tennessee and Georgia Railroad, there
CHANGED To be travelling over the iiue,
in a car where there were bat lew pas
sengers, Il gentleman who was seated
opposite the stove, wrapped Up in a
shawl and meditaliUus.
Night came on. Presently in bound
ed brakeman, loudly slamming the
door behind him-Onc of those country
geniuses, who, with a laudable aIubi-
ton had, day or two ago, abandoned
the girls, the fiddle ana the plOWtdil,
to climb in the world, and become
a brakeman.
de had been the king bee of all the
neighbOrihg frOlics, at the house rails
iugs, at the cOrn-husEings, and ut the
,.,rOss-roads doggery lighting ground,
and nv he teit sure that he was the
king bee on he railroads.
Shutting to the s52va, be slammed
down his lantern, EicS1is the mGo
from his huge boots on The io1t o. Ene
seat, spit tobacco juice COpiOusly ana
nOisily on the kissing stove, took q
survey Of the aforesaid boots with
harness leather straps, and then ne
thought hmSelfOf the customer sitting
opposite, On whom he proceeded TO
bestOW heightened and saucy look,
as though he doubted the customers
right to be in the coach at all.
At length he sought knowledge.
Whar are you gwoine, mister?'
"TO Dalton, sir,' responded the
gentleman, quietly.
Preacher, aint yOu?P
No, sir, am not; but why do you
ask?"
Oh! nothing, only I thought l
saw Hark, from the TOmbs' sticking
out all oyer you ike the measles.
You know me, I reckOn?'
" am sorry to say that do not"
Well, I'll just be dam; why, whar
the devil was you raised?"
" At MaTysville, East Tennessee
90, that excuses you, for ii ever
hearn tell of that settlement afore
wish I may be durned, and knows
every place, dus."
F" You seem Vel acquainted with
The Hlace you are nov Occupying" "
renaarlsf the stranger almost choking
with the efttoats to suppress his Iaugh-
ter.
"What place do you mean, Mister?
This ere red bainch, coveI~eu Win
dried cows tongues, or nay Office
l allude TO your office; and, by
the way, what is your position on the
rOad?"
Brakeman, ythe jumpin' JENNY;
I thought everybody knOw'd that;
brakeman over the Yeast Tennessy and
Georgia Railroad"
Unfortunately I 90 not know it?'
Well, you'd soon found the fac
out if you'd cut up any shines rOun'
yere, hugging wimmiR', or cuSsiR' or
trying to steal anybOdy's carpetbag,
or talking sassy to the conductor or
sich. Why, I'D chuck you bottom
foremost through the cracks Of a barn,
for l mean to run this train on high
moral principles, 1 dus. And you
did not know l was the brakeSnlan on
this yere rMlr0ad?'
Indeed, sir, / did not.
Wen, old Slideasy, al have got
to say is, that for man Ofyour looks,
you know less than any man I ever
saw. How do you manage to make a
living, ennyhOw"
I receive a salary; ] am President
of this road; Wallace is my name; but
I have not the pleasure of knowing
yours; will you be kind enough to in
form me?"
All symptoms of king had disap-
peared at this thunderbolt announce
ment, and in the stead were seen timid
humility, crushed pride Of place, a
strong git up and git" expression,
and a most doggoned" appearance
generally. The brakeman slid.