Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-10
A Story OF Uld Hickory.

Colonel John B. Brownlow, in friend
ly letter to the editor of the Philadelphia
Press, contributes the following rather
apocryphal Renaissance of Andrew Jack
son. We may remark, for instance, that
"Old Hickory" was hardly the man to
quote Latin phrase in a backkwoods
cabin. The contribution is interesting,
however, as showing the class Of legends
which is current to this day in Tennessee
and which keeps there the memory Of the
old hero fresh
In the days of our fathers there lived
in Virginia an old planter, Major Manley
who was an oddly in his way. Some
said he was crazy, while others declared
that only an inordinate love Of fun gave
rise to his quaint doings. Ho might be
called practical joker, and it was said
he never allowed a stranger to come and
go without playing him one or more
of his ridiculous tricks.
One chilly, drizzly autumnal evening a
horscman pulled up to the Majors door
and requested hospitality for the night.
He had wandered from his way and it
was too late to rectify his mistake. He
was warmly welcomed, and when his
horse had been taken charge by d COM
petent servant, and his saddle bag, re-
moved, he was ushered into the great liv-
ing room, where cheerful fire blazed in
the enormous fireplace, and where can
dies were lighted.
| The Major was a large, strongly built
man, OF middle age, bald headed, rather
red in the face,and with an eye deep set and
twinkling. The guest was also of middle
age, tall and spare, but compact and
muscular, with features Of decided
leonine cast, strongly marked, heavy
brows, and shock of thick, crisp hair,
that stood up on his large head like the
name of lion.
Supper was announced, and after that
the evening passed on pleasantly. AS the
C ock struck nine the host arose and ex-
cused himself for few minutes. When
he returned he was accompanied by a
negro. who carried fiddle and bow, and
the Major himself had large horse pistol
in his hand.
"My dear friend" said the host, with
a bow and smile, 'swe must now let the
evening pass without little amusement.
From your looks, know you can dance.
| have one Of the best fddlers in the
world; he learned to play in New Orleans,
where music and dancing are cultivated
So, sir, you will take yonr place upon the
floor, and dance us reel. Let it be a
Scotch reel; you look like Scotchma
Come-make no delay. Strike
Pomp-"
The guest protested that he could not
dance. He had not done such thing
since his boyhood. But Major Manley
| would not take no for an answer. He
did not make many words. He cooked
his pistol and swore thht he would shoot
the guest if he did not dance. The ne
gro had begun to tremble, and once or
twice he seemed upon the point of cry
ing out, but fear Of his master withheld
him
The guest seemed to consider the mat
ter. BE looked at the Major and at the
pistol. The man might be really insane,
though if he was, there was much meth
cd in it. However, he was there alone
none to behold his discontinue and
mayhap, he thought, the tables might yet
be turned.
"Come, comet Dance, or fire."
The guest arose and stood in the mid
die of the room, and there began to dance
to the negro's music, but the music was
wretched-so wretched that the Major