Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1880-03-03

| an ~ Nech ago. on see me anu
Sal went shars. After we got il
here we only had bit between us,
and Sal she didn't want to use hern
first, nor me mine. You see | had
u splggot III one eend, and she in
tother. She takes % drink ont of
my eend and pays me the bit for it;
and then I'd take one out of hern
and give her the bit. Well, Yves
CITING along fust rate, til Dick,
ID skulking skunk. he bores a
hole OH the bottom TO suck al. and
the next time ! went to by drink,
they wurnt none thar
81 am sorry your whisky is all
gone, but, my friend, why don't you
play the balance of that tuHe!"
"lt'S got no balance TO it,
81 mean YOU don't play the whole
of it,"
stranger, can you play the tud.
dle"
"les, sometimes"
"Iou don't look like fiddler,
but if you think you can play any
more onto that thar tune you just
git down and try
The traveller gets down and plays
the whole of it.
"Stranger take half dozen cheers
/ and sot down. Sal, stir yourself
around like a x.horse team in a
mud hole. Go round in the boiler
whar | killed that buck this morn.
ing, cut off some OF the best pieces
and fetch it in and cook for me aud
this gentleman, directly. Rise up
the board under the head of the
bed and git the old jug hid from
/ Dick, aud give us some whisky:
know thar is some left yit. Til,
drive old Bose out ov the bread
tray. then climb up in the loft and
git the rag that has got the sugar
tied in it. Dick, carry the gentle.
mans horse round under the shed
and give him some fodder and corn
AS much as he can eat
Til-"Dad, thar amt knives
enough to sot the table
"Whar's big butch, little butch.
old case, cob handle. granny's knife
and the one | handled yesterday?
That's enough 10 sot any gentle
mans table, without you lost 'em.
Oh me stranger, ef you cant stay
as long as yon please, and I'll give
you plenty to eat and drink. Will
you have coffee for support
"lcs, sir
"l'll be hanged if you do tho; we
don't have nothing but Grub Hyson,
and reckon it's mighty good with
sweetning. Play away, stranger;
you can sleep on the dry spot to-
night"
(After about two hours fiddling)
"My friend, can't you tell me about
/ the road am To tramp morrow
morrow! Stranger you won't
git ont of these diggins for six
weeks. But when it gifts so you
kin start, you see that big slew over
thar Well, you have to git cross
that, then you take the road up the
/ Ddlh, anu Ill dbbul al Illllt Nbu W Ill
come to "a two.acre. and IA half corn
patch; the corn is nightly in the
weeds, but you needn't mind that,
/ just ride on. About mile and a
half or two miles from thar you'll
come to the d-deSt swamp YOU
ever met in all your travels--it's
DOGGY enough TO mire saddle.
blanket. Thar'S first rate road
about SIX feet under thar
GLOW am TO get to it!'
"Iou cant git at it marry time
till the weather Stiflens down sum.
Well, about mile beyont you come
to place whar thar's two roads.
You kin take the ri ght hand if you
want to; you'll follow it mile or
SO, and you'll find it runs out; you'll
/ then have to come back and try
the left; when you get about two
miles on that you may know You
are wrong, for thar amt any road
thar. You'll then think you are
mighty lucky eff You can find the
way back to my house, whar you
can come and play on the tune as
long you please