The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-06-26
81 tell you, stranger. painters are

Il tell you, stranger, painters are
vicious brutes, anal am glad they're
pretty much done with in these parts.
Why, since I've been here, one of nv
neighbors, being late at night in get
ting home from log-rolling, had a long,
gravelly hollow to ride down, and, when
about three miles from cabin at the
lswer end of it, and 10 o'clock at night.
suddenly he heered behind him one of
those horrid screams bout which there
could be no mistake. His horse heered
it, too, you may believe, and it didn't
take the sharp Mexican spurs to make
him git up and git, as the yell sounded
closer and closer. Talk about your.
'two-forties, stranger! Why them
sbrutes can forereach on the best Kahn
tuck blood almost as if the horse was
standing still, for I believe they can
make thirty or forty feet at Jump. and
they gather again as quick as cat. All
that saved Bill Estill, for that was his
name, was his horses shoes once in
awhile striking fire on the gravel, as the
night was dark, and the sparks soaring
the varmint for moment at q time,
made him give back. But it was mar
row escape. and Bill said afterward he
could have been bought that night,
horse and all, for a drink of old Bour-
bon"
F The evening passed quickly away, as
other tales of early times and perils in
old Kaintuck followed in rapid success
sion, for the veteran pioneer was fortu-
nate, at least, in having good listener,
until at length bedtime arrived, with
the not-uncommen puzzle for a stranger
of where he was to be disposed of for
the night, in what seemed somewhat
narrow quarters. But, after all, the So
luton was easy.
Stranger" said the old gentleman,
you can take that bed thar pointing
to one at the back of the room in which
we were sitting. But no one moved, or
for while seemed disposed to stir; SO,
fortified with wide experience, I pro-
ceeded to move, myself.
The girls and all sat looking straight
into the great log fire; sol went back to
the bed, disrobed as quickly as posi-
BILE, and-I must confess-in some
trepidation. lest something should
prematurely break up the circle; but
the movement was success, for I was
quickly ensconced under the quilts.
But was not quite done with yet, for
forthwith came the kindly query:
Stranger, have you got kiver
enough?"
Compelled to answer No." for it was
late in October, and the chinking" to
the logs not altogether complete, next
came the injunction, or order:
"Carline, put more kiver on the
stranger, and then both OF you gals be
off with you to bed!"
The task thus enioined was done
neatly and as matter of course; but
with the least perceptible of bushes, or
it might have been arefection from the
red freight on the hearth. The girls
then disappeared up the ladder into the
loft, and the old gentleman, "raking up
the fire. next left for somewhere, and
all was still, only that once in the night
l heard the baying of hounds, and the
wind, as it rose and sighed in the forest
not far off. Tired, however, with the
long days ride, I enjoyed a good nights
rest
I must not omit to say that the next
morning, up bright and early, the
meager entertainment of the evening
before, as supper, was aobly compen-
stated for by breakfast fit for fire.
quenter of Delmonico's. Broiled ven
ison steaks from deer that the hounds
had run across the very door-yard, and
which had fallen before the old gentle
mans rifle, and the whitest of fresh
biscuits and honey, were few of the
items of the feast; and, with refusal
of all compensa ion, BECAUSE he said,
Il never did charge stranger for stop
ping with me, and I am too old to be-
gin now" [ was compelled to take it out
in warm grasps of the hand all around,
with cherished recollections of pleas
ant sojourn never to be forgotten, and a
promise to stop again if ever 7 came
that way"