The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-05-25

l NWNNt ift thN NfH tUithH lNW
You see, ono of the boys has passed
IN his checks, and we want 30 give
him good send.of. and 40 the thing
I'm now on Is TO ront out somebody
to Jerk out little ehin-u.usic Tor us
aud waltz him through handsome"
"My friend, | seem to grow more
and more bewildercd. Your obser,
vations are wholly incomprehensible
to me. Caunot you simplify them
some wayf At first | thought per-
haps understood you, but now |
grope. Would 1t not expedite mat
tiers il you restricted yourself to cat.
egorical statements OF fact unincum-
bered with obstruoting accumula-
tions of metaphor and allegory
Another pause, aud more rehec-
ton. Then Scotty said
"Pll have to pass, | Judge"
"Howf"
"You've raised me out, pard.'
al still fail to catch your mean
ing"
" Why, that last lead OF yourn IS
too many for me--that's the idea, l
can't neither trump nor follow suit. !"
The clergyman sank back into
his chair perplexed. Scotty leaned
his head on his hand and gave him
self up 10 reflection. Presently his
face came up, sorrowful but conf
dent.
i've got It now, SOS you can
savyy," said lie. "What we want Ia
a gospcl-sharp. See ?"
"A what?"
Gospel sharp, parson.'
ooh! why did you not say no
before? | am a Clergyman
parson.'
"Now you talk! You see my
blind, and straddle it like man
Put it there p'--extcnding a brawny
paw, which closed over the minis
ter's small hand and gave It shake
indicative of fraternal sympathy and
fervent qualification.
"Now we're all right pard. Lett
start fresh. Don't you mind mi
snufiling a little, becoz we're in I
power Of trouble. You sec, one o
{ the boys has gone up the hume--'
"Gone where 7"
"Up the hume-- throw d up tn,
sponge, you know"
"Thrown up the spongc?"
"Yes--klcked the bucket"
"Ah--has departed to that mys
terious country from whose bourne
no traveller returns"
" Return? Well, / reckon not
Why, pard, he's deadt'
!" Yes, / understand" s...
! "Oh, you dol Well, ! though
J maybe you might be getting tanglc'
} once more. Yes, you see he's dea'
: again"
I again! Why, has he ever beer
dead before?"
"Dead before? No. Do you
reckon a man has got an many lives
as cat : But, yon bet, he's awful
dead just now, poor old boy, and ]
wish I'd never seen this day. don't
know no better friend than Buck
Fanshaw. ! know'd him by tho
back and when | know a man like
him | freeze to him--you hear me
Take him all around, pard, there
never was a bullier man IN the
mines. No man ever knowcd Buck
Fanshaw to 90 back on friend
But it's all up, you know; it's al
up. They've scooped him."
Scooped himg"
d" Yes--death has. Well, well
we'll, we've got to give him up. Yes,
indeed. It's kind of hard world
} amt it? But, pard, he was !
J rustler. You ought to see him &c
} started once. lie was bully bo,
} with glass eye. Just spit in hi,
; face and give him room according tt
his strength, and it was just beauti
. full to see him peel and 90 in. Ill
was the worst son OF thiet tina
ever draw'd breath. Pard, he wa
: on it. He was on it bigger than al
Injun !"
. "On it On what?"
| "On the shoot. On the shoulder
: On the fight. Understand? Z? Fl
didn't give a continental--for any
). body. Beg your pardon, friend, 70
) coming so near saying cuss wor
but you see Pm on an awful strai
!, in this palaver, ON account Of hav
/, ing to cram down and draw every
4 thing 30 mild. But we've got I
give him up. There amt any get
( ting around that, | don't reckon
q Now, if we can't get YOU to hel
: plant him
u "Preach the funeral discours
u Assist at the obsequies I"
!, "Obscquies is good. Yes. That
it; that's our little game. We Al
. going to get up the thing regardless
you know. lie was always nifi
. himself, and SO his funeral amt g
ing 70 be no slouch; solid silv'
. door plate on his coffin, six plum,
on the hcarse, and niger on Il
of box with a billed shirt and plu
y hat--how's that for high? An
le well take care OF you, pard. We
of fix you all right. There will be
70 kerridge for you; and whatever yt
want you just 'scape DOT and we
of tend to It. We've got o shebal
fixed up for you to stand behind
No. Ts house, and don't you
le afraid. Just 90 in and toot yo'
+ horn, If you don't sell clam. =
Buck through as bully as Won ca