The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1872-09-19
ARKANSAS POLITICS.

In the year 1851, pollLlcs ran very iiibu
lin Arkansas. Col. A. III Sewer was can
ddate for the Office of delegate to Con-
gress and Dan Desha was his opponent.
/ Judge Andrew Scott was warm
friend of Desha, and bitterly hostile to
Sewer. He had neighbor living about
fifteen miles from him, on tho far side of
Galley Creek, named Logan, commonly
called Suffering Logan who was ex-
actly twice wersy" in his politics, and
so frequent had been their encounters,
that the two neighbors had come cor
daily to hate each other.
One pleasant morning in the Spring,
when the sun shone out warmly, and all
nature was greenland fresh after heavy
rain of two or three days duration,
Logan went from his house through the
little strip of creek bottom, to the bank
of the creek, and sat himself down on
click log musing, perhaps, as COL.
Jack McCarty once did, ION the eran-
ethenthe of Mubiunary things
The creek was about twenty yards
wide, and the rain had raised it, so that
it was swimming, covered with foam,
and running like n mill race with afull
head of water. Where the road crossed,
on the edge of which Logan was sitting,
was the only opening in the woods,
which fringed the stream on each side.
Above aud below the trees leaned over,
and their branches hung gracefully in
the water, and swung to and fro in the
swift current.
After Logan had sat there little
while, Judge Scott came riding down
the road on the other side, but halted
when he reached the waters side, aud
looked across, without saying anything,
but looking AS If he thought Oh you,
il it's swimming, why don't You say so?"
Logan took out his jack-knife, split
piece of from the log and commenced
whiting it, looking steadily across TO.
ward Scott all the while.
Logan was large. heavy-looking
man; Scott, small, why, passionate, pet.
ulant. and rs brave as bulldog.
After waiting momcnt-for each
hated the other too much 10 speak Scott
frightened the reius aud rode into the |
water His horse had not taken more
than six steps before, kenchurg' he |
plunged in over head aid cars. In a |
moment more. Scott was washed from
his back. The rider going one way, the |
horse the other, and the saddle-hags ii |
third. The horse turned toward the side |
on which he went in, and got ashore |
some little way below; the saddle-bags
iloaicd down stream, and Scot. manag-
Cd 10 reach Logan's side OF the creek.
aud canght hold of the swimming
branches Of sycamore which dipped |
into the water
Help. Logan, helpl" cried Scott: 1
shall I've drowned! help"I
"S-s-s-say you'll v,v.vote for SEWER"
bawlcd Logan.
Help, Logan, help! rshall drown,
Help"
"S-ss-say you'll v.v-votc for Scvier."
again bawled Logan. not rising from
the lick-log
just then the sycamore limbs snap
ped, and nj the same moment Scott
sung out
I'll see you id first, you Internal
Did rascal!7 and away he swept round
he tree, and out of sight below.
Luckily, the current made n sweep
below, eddying round in the concavity
1t the upper end of sand bar, upon
which the Judge was flung, and scram-
'led out. He walked up the bank and
owards Logan, sputtering with rage,
md streaming with water Luckily he
lad no weapon but pistol, and that of
curse, was unfit.for service, and Logan
vas much too big to be whipped by
lin in iist-fight.
God d--n it," cried Scott, as he got
'rctty near him, do you stop to ask
nau how he's going to vote before you
axe him from drowning?'
Logan never stopped whiting, but
ookcd up composedly and said
"Ev ry g.gcntleman has right to
-v-vote rs he likes, and d-d-drown when >,
G likes, and DIDN'T suppose anybody's
ound TO dive into the creek to try TO
fish out v-v-vote to k.k-kill his own
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