The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1881-03-04
HICKMAN FULTON COUNTY KENTUCKY FRIDAY MARCH D. 1891
Bill Burton's Ban Story.

One evening crowd of young people
congregated at Bill Burton's rancho,
and, when the first quadrille was over,
he took a stand in front of the fire, and
parting his coat-tails in a comfortable
manner, remarked
That WIZ purity neat dancing; you
all know the step and handle Yer hoofs
purity peert, but some of you young folks
can't hold er candle TO sum old uns I've
seed, an that kinder reminds me of old
Widow Harkins 1 bnowed back IN Geor-
gy, when / wus a boy
% Oh, tell us about her. Uncle Bill ="
exclaimed q chorus of voices
Wall, she WIS ther all fredcst ac-
tlyest old heifcr | ever kuowed She
lived up IN tho Peach Branch settle
ment, nigh to Bill Browns, an wus kin
aunt or suthin'-to ther Millers from
Albany. When 1 knowcd her, she Nus
.ssavviin' on to so years old, but she wus
tougher n er pecan saphng, an the way
that ere old critter knocked dust that
June day wIs er caution to er mustang
colt"
Was she scared, Uncle Biny?" in
quired the crowd.
Wall, now, 1 guess she wus kinder
skeert. You see one day had jes' cum
outer the field from plowin' and turned
old Job IN ther lot. Dun that Old mule,
he had jes busted new pair of traces
TO flinders tryiu' to kick er parcel
of humble bees ofern his hind
legs. He was alters gettin' In "A valler
Jackets nest or suthin' else, an, consarn
his ole plctur, he busted my left leg
outer llnt les' when camp-meetm' WIS
cumln on bout er week arter that As
wus goIn' on to say, l wus huutin'
round er stable, gettin' up er new set of
gear, when L heered the derndest yellin'
an er bell'win' up therlane, an il 'peared
to me il wus cumin' closer all the time.
so | elm on the fence an gin to look.
Their fust thing / seed WIZ er big cloud
er dust, an the next thing my ewes lit
on wus Bill Browns ole brindle bull les
er nppin' an er rearin' an er hffin' up
hls tall an er chasin' ole Widow Har-
kns fur everything she wuz worth
Thar WIS ther bull with his head down
an tail up, an thar Wus ole Widow
Harlins, with her baimOral histed, les
er clatterin' down ther lane like
er couple of race horses. I warn't
much pious IN those days, an gettin
kinder excited, I tux off my hat an
yelled, Sling out yer best hoof go il.
old gal, till you make ther gap IN tie
calf-pen, an thar you're safe. When !
hOllered TO her IL braced her mp. She
puckered her mouth like ther butt end
of 'er persimmon, histed her balmoral
'er little higher, en- l tell yer it fairly
made me sweat to see ther way that ole
citizen did climb over dirt She sorter
looked back over one shoulder an saw
that bull about ten feet behind her,
an still 'er cummin 'er Iippin an
rearin But, feelin' she was safe, she
Jest pulled her balmoral over her head,
an the ole bull stood still, astonished,
an went off kindern kitten. I would
Jest like to see some of you quadrille
dancers try to take the rag OFT Widow
Harkins.
You. Bill - shouted his wife, in dis
may. He stopped dead short, and there
was pause-a long, dreary pause, un-
til one of the young men looked ont of
the window and said me thoughtit would
rain before morning. The young ladies
said they thought It would, too, and old
Bill Burton went down 70 the cow-peu
10 see if the calves had been turned
Out, and never came back in the parlor
again that night