The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-08-08

to go wrong, and that ar weepun's a |
prophet, jest as much rs Danl or Eel |
| won't say that / wouldn't hev ben glad
one time, to catch him slippin'-and
reezun gud tew; but you mout as well
spect Gin ral Grant to be 'fraid as this
weepun to tell lie
"And that che time-what was ito"
asked |.
Wal, seem it's you, stranger. /
don't mind tellin', though / amt so
precious spry at talllin' on that ar sub
Ject, | swar. It's good fewyears now
SIN happened on Teller who hailed
from village on the Mississippi, called
Burnt Clearln', cause fire they had
there once on a time; and we frOZe to-
gether powerful, and war just like ali to
one. WhareVer one went, t'other did:
and II this IN had a dollar, that I'M
war good for fifty cent ont, least thing.
| We went down river to Moo Orleans,
and up to Philadeiphy by the cars, and
least ard to Charleston on q tradin' spec:
and tell ye, We fetched up the dollars
right smart. ] saved him from bein'
chawed up by bar that looked plaguy
angshus to make his closer 'quinfes,
ana he saved me from bein' drowned in
the flood time, when my canoe got
turned over agin anag and altogeth-
er, stranger, you must hey Tux rs for
David and Jonathan cum alive Ggin.
! But all the while thar war one thot
hangin' in my mind like risin cloud
IN summer, that spiies the look O the
hull sl6y-and that war the recollection
that my weepun. fust time ne ever seen
this Teller, he'd gin & click
The cold, clear tone Of his voice at
these last words, slightly tinged with
SORROW, was such as a compassionate
judge might use in pronouncing sen
tence Of death and to me Guessing as
| did what was to Gomez it had sound
indescribably dreary and ominous. 81
used to try and laugh myself out O
that air fancy by sayin' 'Whatever's
possible, that amt Why, to think o
our quarrelin' nd be like a man cuttin'
hisself in half, and fghtin' right hand
agin left. But let me talk as | liked,
the thot stuck i'll my head like a nail in
a new log, and wouldn't go away. And
at last, stranger, the time came when it
war morn a thot. One year early i'll
the fail, we We're down in Kansas, trad
in about IN spots, and maxim pretty
toIable haul ; till one day we greed to
tote up the profits, and make fair di-
vision, 'causn next mOrnin' he war
startin' off to Burnt Clearin' to see his
folks, and / were bound to make tracks
for Boston on some business Of my
own. Wal, eyenin' cum, and a'ter lick
erin up spell, to lie up our brains fur
the cipcrin', We couldn't cum to right
settlement O our two shares. nowhow
we could fix it, and what with the ticker
wee he'd, and the worry O ciperin', we
botb commenced to git rayther sayager-
GUS. At last up he jumps and hollers
ont, I'D not have been SC thunderin'
keen if I'd known that my pardner were
nothin' but a darned mean bint- Shawn
thief Of d Yankee = At them words a
shiver run all through me, like them
lectric 1iXins that book-larned folks tell
on, and my right hand flew out as if
somebody moved it, and f0tched him q
lick tween the eyes that brou't him
down like a pine IN a clearin'. (He war
a fine Teller, bigger'n me some way, and
all the way out as hard; and by lingo
'twar regular pleasure knockiu' him
down. Up he got, lookin mighty
wrathy; and says he, 'Itll take little
smell o burnt powder to put away the
smell o that AIR blow-cum out into the
forest. The sun were settin', and every
thin were dead still, as if waitin' to see
what we'd do. ] follered him ont
readily 'nuf, for | war cool as an icicle,
now | knov'd the job had got to cum
through; but when / seed the dyin'
light streamin' down the shadowy
arches OF the forest, and the eyerlastin'
trees standin' up tail and grand, and
Whisperim' with all their leaves as if
God war speabiu' through them in His
own temple of maturity hevin',
stranger, | cum very nigh feelin' as if |
war p'rap dom wrong."
Wall, that feelIn didn't last long.
/ reckon. The fust click O. the1l locks
war like the smell o roast meat to Il
sturyin' man; and when | toed my
mark ut fifteen PAGES / felt as comfort
able as ii I'd been sittin' fore big fire
with glass O whisky inmy hand We
both cracked otfat once; Igot Il scratch
on the left side, and bit o his sleeve
went Ayin' just below the shoulder
Better luck next time says ]. and the
second load went out He'd aimed
higher this time, and the rifle Skilled
my hair and knocked off my hat; but
Just at the same mOmentI seen him turn
half round, and go ker-chunk right on
his face. [ run in upon him, like
fool, ,forgettin' that he dgot one shot
left: and he hoisted hisseIf on his elby,
and let slap Jest techin my thigh as |
cum on (his hand war shaky, yu know,
or he'd not hey made stitch a..bad shot,
but that war his last card. and then |
know'd l he'd him"
cold Teller" saws ], I've kinder
won the hand this time, faint 10 dodg
in in it, So, fore You go under, have
you any messidges to leave ?"
'' Wal says he, thar's a gal at
Burnt Clearin' that [ was pretty bad
on last fall Kezia Harper, next door
to the meetin' house, guess Va mout
gin this hyur ticket, eff faint outer yure
way.
|'She's rs good as got it already,
says I, putting it in my pouch.
'''Thar's a Teller in the next village,
Nathan Hickman, that they used to
call Straight Eye war to have
fought him this fall :; you tell him why
| can't come, for no one didn't Orter
think 1 war 'fraid.
eff the coon says 4 word agin you,
says |, I'll grease my boots with his
liver Is thar anythin' else 2
:" Wal, says he, I guess that's
about all.
"'Good bye, then, old Teller, says /,
bless you. And with that / clapped
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