Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-03-26
humorous department.
THE SUFFERINGS OF A PRISONER.

department., Cincinnati Southern Railway,
gave an amusing account of most cruel case
of imprisonment at Huntsville, Scott county,
Tenn, during the summer of 1872. The re-
markable prisoner, and the circumstances at
tending his cruel confinement, were first
brought to the notice of the engineer by a
lawyer named Overton, who was in that coun-
ty investigating some land titles. Being in
Huntsville, one day, Overton's attention was
attracted by the conversation of some fire.
quenters of an apple "mill." The par
ty were much excited over the cruel and outra-
geous imprisonment of zone of our fellows" at
the instance of some wretch of a United States
marshal. Overton's sympathies we're excited,
and he inquired the cause and circumstances
of the imprisonment.
"Thar he is," said the spokesman of the
party "over thar on the fence"
Overton looked across the street, and be-
held seedy individual perched upon the
fence, leisurely whiting pine shingle. The
sympathetic lawyer approached the prisoner,
and inquired of him if he was in trouble.
"Yaas Put me in here. Charge of illicit
'stillin'."
"And they keep you pretty close?"
"Yaas Time bout half out. Got trans
ferred from Knoxville jail"
"Who is your jailer?'
"Jailer? Ha'ant any. Carry the keys
myself"
AT this juncture the party from the drink
ing shop had crossed the street, and came up
to where Overton and the prisoner were talk
ing.
"Yaas," said the spokesman, "it's shame.
Them marshals had better not come about
here no more. Come over and have drink. "
And the whole party, prisoner included, ad.
journed to the "mill," and took drink of
brandy.
In few days zone of the boys" of the en-
gineer corps, who had heard of this remarka-
bic prisoner, visited the Jail at Huntsville.
The door stood wide open, and a man was in
the only room, alone, hammering away at
some sort of carpenter work.
In answer to the question if he was the un-
fortunate person who was suffering the misfor-
tunes of imprisonment for the crime of making
few gallons of eye-opener, he replied:
"Y-a-'.-s. Got me in here" And the suf-
fering convict put on such look of distress
that the man of transits and tangents said:
can outrageous shame. Come over and
let's have drink"
And ever went the two, the prisoner locking
the door behind him.
The next day or two, two of the engineer
corps met this foully-used convict in the
woods, with gun on one shoulder and lot
Of game over the other. In answer to q ques.
tion, they got the stereotyped reply:
"Y.a.a.s. Got me in here. 'Licit stillin'." i"
A few days more, and one of the engineers
met the oppressed individual three miles from
Huntsville, on his way home to spend few
days with his family.
"And you're the prisoner?'
"Y-a-a-s; got me in here"
The facts herein are vouched for by the
gentleman who related them. The circum-
stances reveal an amount of cold-blooded cru
city upon the part of citizens and officials of
Scott county rarely eaualled in modern times.
CAKES AND SAUSAGE GRAvY.-A San
Francisco paper says: They tell story of a
Marysvile man-for the sake of his relatives
we withhold his name-who is inordinately
fond of buckwheat cakes and sausage gravy,
and who, whenever he comes across either of
these dishes at a table, never knows when ne
has got enough. Some time ago, this gentle
man was called to San Francisco on business,
and he went to Sacramento on his way, when
he entered one of the hotels in the morning to
get his breakfast On the bill of fare he
spied his tavorite dish, and the obedient SER
want was soon travelling toward the kitchen
for buckwheat cakes and sausage gravy. The
mans appetite was keen and the gravy seemed
extra good. And four times did that waiter
carry empty plates from the table to return
with more buckwheat cakes and gravy before
the man finally cried enough. Notwithstand-
ing his breakfast the gentleman from Marys-
vile managed to reach San Francisco and
transact his business, and was again on his
way home He returned via Sacramento,
and it seems unnecessary to state went to the
same hotel for his meal. He sat down to the
table, and the same waiter approached. He
took one good look at him, to assure himself
that it was his former customer, and then,
without a word, walked back to the kitchen
and bawled, "Buckwheat cakes and sausage
gravy for six; that old hog from Marysville
is back here again"