The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1880-11-27
The Cloyertops' Trip TO the Seaside.
WELL. no sir. CANT say as 'nioyet

WELL, no sir, CANT say as 'njoyed
it powerful much. Got in to trouble
fust thing. We went into one of these
vanished cyars--sleepin' cyars-and
along in the night | was mortal thirsty
so gits up fur adrink. was afraid of
maxim mistake, as Id heard of such
things bein' done, so | was partic lar
carful to notice our bunk when l left it;
waller and red striped curtains it he'd,
with black figgers and vines worked
into 'em. That all right, thinks |. and
off I went. Bine by started back to
look fur my bunk.
"Hyar she isl l says, lookin' at the
curtins, and in 1 bounces. An then
stood still, with one knee on the bunk.
Sir, they want nobody thar. My wife
want to be seen, and the bunk hadn't
a wrinkle in it. 1t 'peared like it was
just made up. What in thunder l
wondered, hes happened?" l got out
an looked at the curtins agin. That
wur my bunk, sure, whar I'd left ma
sleepin' not thee minits afore. Thar
was the curtins with red and yallow
stripes and black figgers and vines. l
looked into the top bunk, whar Miggles,
my darter, was, an kill me dead, sir, ct
she wait gone too! | declar, was
fairly scarf. An then went on little
further down the cyar, an great day in
the mornin'! hope to die ef every last
endurin' bunk in that vanished cyar,
more'n twenty on 'em altogether, didn't
hev exactly the same kind O'curta'ns,
red an yallow stripes with black tg-
gers an vines runnin' up an down into
'cm!
Well. ther want nOthin' to do but to
prospect fer it, and so down the row
went. Fust bunk stuck my head into,
Their was Teller snorin' away two hum
dred and twenty mild an hour, and me
whole bunk smcilin' so strongof whisky
I'd like to had the jim jams afore could
CIT out. "That amt none o. mlne,' J
says, and into the next one dives, an
a woman kicked me on the stommik an
doubled me up clar acrost the ear. ''t'lt
ont o. this, you old drunkard, says she,
an out | cot. :'Thar's q woman," says
I, "as kin take care of HERSELF and it
made me kind o. baShf,l about pros
pectin' in the next claim. But they
wasn't no help for it, and l parted the
curtains an poked in my head, and
doo.cone my skin, Of l didn't look right
straight down into revolver with a
man settin' up in bed behind it.
81 ben lookin' fer you, my, friend, y
saws he, cool as Christmas, ''nOw You
Jump overheard afore fill yer thievin'
skin we.h Lead" says he.
Well, 'twant no kind o. use argyin'
weth no secs, mans that, so backed
out an tell you now, l felt blamed
streaked about locatin' the next claim:
So went along an the next bunk
come to, fool like, jest stuck my hand
in thue the curtains, an was going. to
feel around. Fust thing l done, l laid
my whole hand, flap an flat, on
woman's face. Such q yell as she rlz!
An didn't she grab my hand an hold
her holt? An the next mint every
body in thar war standin' arount
me, all swearin' and hollerin' "Pu
him QUIT" "Throw him OFF, an al
the fellers whose hunks Id peeked int
piyin' me dead away, an the nlggel
porter, who wasn't nowhere to be fount
when / needed him, holdin' my shoulde
an AKIN ME what was up, and tina
woman grippin' my hand like death AM
yellin' like all possessed, and Miggle
here in the top bunk, screechln' mgn a
lond as her mother. We see it all IN
minnit.
"Great snakes!" I hollored, "g
! away from US, all on ye! Dog rab m
picter, if it amt my wife!"
"Sartin it is," says the porter:
"Who was ye expectin' it to be, 20
old wretch?" yelled the woman tn
kicked me. Well sir, Mister Barnab!!
I didn't know whether to admire or hal
that woman.
"Why pa!' shrieked Migsles, an
then she flops back into her bunk, g!
elm and lafiin' like young fool:
"Whair on airth hev ye ben!' sa.
ma, in yell of 'stonishment.
"He's ben in my berth!' hollert
the man weth the revolver.
cam he tried to get in mlne!"ho
the kicker. =,
An Mister Barnaby, eff you could
seen mas face. -.
But the porter he laft. an sed it "
all right, an tole me to git back into o.
and stay thar, an the next time WAY
ed any thing to holler for him. But
couldn't 60 to sleep any more that msl
fer ma want half satisfied about 1t, ~
talked about it till nigh mornin'.-B'