Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1878-03-28

Tim hungry, haven't had anything
since morning. Can't you give me somo
thing to eat2
S.-Han't burned thing in tho house.
Not mcuthful of meat nor dust of meal
here.
T.-Wcll, can't you give my horse some
thing?
S--Got nothin' to feed him on.
T-ilow far is it to tho next house?
S.-Strauger, l dot know; L have never
bin thar.
T.-Well, do you know who lives here?
T.-As | am SO bold, then, what might
your name be2
Sit might be Dick and it might be
Sam, but it lacks right smart Of it.
T.-Sir, will you tell mo whero this road
goes to?
SITS never bin anywhar since Two
lived here; it's always thar whom I get up
in the mornn'
T.-Wcll, how far is it to where it forks?
Sit don't fork at all, but splits up
like tho ID
T.-As I'm not likely to get to any other
bousc tonight, can't you let me sleep in
yours? And I'll tic my horse to tree and
do without anything to cat or drink.
S.-hly house leaks; thar's only ono dry
spot in it, and mo aud Sal sleeps on it; and
that thar tree is tho old woman's pcrsim-
mon. You can't tic to it, ease she don't
want 'em shuck off; she loves to mako beer
outcn 'cm.
T.-Why don't you finish covering your
house and stop the leaks?
S-Tt'S been rainin' MI dov
T-Wcll, why don't you do it in dry
weather.
St don't leak then.
T.--As there seems to be nothing alive
about your place but children, how do you
do anyhow?
s.-Purty we'll, 1 thank yc. How do
you do yourself2
TT mean, what do you do for living,
here?
S.-Kccp tavern aud sell whiskey.
T.-WclI, | told you l wanted some
whskcy.
S.-Strangcr, bought barrel morn a
week ago. You see, me and Sal went
shares. Arlcr we got it here, VIC only had
one bit between US. aud Sal she didn't want
to use her'n first nor me mine. You see,
had spiggcn in one end and she in tothcr.
So she takes drink on my end and pays
mo the bit for it; then Ia take Que outen
herr and give her the bit. We'll, wcs
gittin' long first rate till Dick, durucd
s&uking skunk, ho bored a hole in tho
bottom to suck at, and tho rext time
went to buy drink, thcro wurnt mono
thar.
TIN sorry your whiskcy's all gone;
but my friend why don't you play the
balance Of that tune.
S.-It's got no balance to it.
TT mean, you don't nlay",. ~ w6oi5s oi5 ol E
it,
s.-strangcr, kin you play the fiddle?
T-.Ycs, little, sometimes.
S.-You don't look like fiddler, but cf
you think you kin play any more on to
that thar tune, you kin just git down aud
try.
(Thc traveller gets down and plays tire
whole Of IT'D
S.-Strangcr, take half dozen cheers
and set down. Sal, stir yourself round
like six horse team in mudholc. Go
round in the holler whar killed that buck
this mornin', nnd cut off somo of the best
pieces, and fotch 'em in and cook it Tor me
and this gentleman, directly. Raise up
the bourd from under tho head of the bed
and git the old black jug hid from Dick,
aud give us some whiskey; | know thar's
some left yet. Till, drive ole Boss
outcn tho brcadtray, then climb up in the
lott aud get tho rag that's got the sugar
tied in it. Dick, carry his horse to tho
shed, and give him somo fodder and corn,
much as he can cat
Till.-Dad there amt enough knives to
sot the table,
S.-War's big butch, litt1o butch, ole
case, cob handle, grannys knife and tho
one l handled yesterday? That's enough
to sot any gentcman's meal. Stranger.
you kin stay us long as you please. and III
give you plenty to cat aud driuk Will
you have coffee for supper?
T.-Ycs, sir
Sill be hanged if you do, though.
Wo don't have nothin' that way here
but Grub Tyson, and l reckon it's
mighty good with swcctcnin'. Play away,
stranger; you kin sleep on tho dry spot to-
night.
T.(Aftcr two hours Gddling)-My
friend, can't you tell about tho road am
to travel tomorrow?
S.-To-morrow! Stranger, you won't
git outcn these ggins for six weeks, but
when it gets SO you can start, you SEQ that
sloo thar7 Woll you havo to git across
that, then you take tho road UP the bank,
and in about mile you'll come to two
acre aud.a half corn patch. The corn's
nightly in tho weeds, but you needn't
mind that, jist ride on. About mile and
q half or two miles from thar, you'll come
TO the d-dcst swamp you ever struck in
all your travels; it's boggy enough to miro
saddlo blanket. Thar's future road