The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1881-03-02
Little RrGecllns.

les, tDtI uSGu 10 uhVO queer times
around here" said the ancient citizen.
as he stirred himself around on the up
turned soap box, while the proprietor
shook down the ashes i'll the stove.
The reporter perohed himself on the
cad of Il flour barrel and patiently awaited
the Outpourmg Of language that he
knew was sure to follow.
Eyes, said the ancient citizen. my
father came here before the trilohites
were done drying He saw some rough
times, the old man"
"Rightwher the Court house stands"
continued the ancient citizen. twas the
old block house: and here were gathered
mixed crowd OF refugees Just after the
Pigeon. RooSt massacre. Old man Booth
had his log tavern Just outside, md at 1t
was always motley gathering of buck
NoOdslncn.
Among these" and the ancient citi-
zeen twisted his Quid across his tongue
turn or two, "wns character who made
fan Of old Booth and said he was u
coward Booth hated him cordially for
the iusinuation, yet could never prove
the contrary, and the old trappcr mndo
UP his mind TO test his courage. Tho
plan WIGS successful.
My father and two friends owned a
cabin Just the other side Of Booths,
and one OF these, small man, had 5000,
coin in sack, when Bill tried his ex-
pertinent on Booth.
"Ihey had retired for the night aud
| laid their buckskiu pants on the floor at
tho bedside. Have you ever seen any
Genuine buokskinf' WIS suddenly asked
tia reporter Ly the ancisns citizen.
II have"
"Where?'
"On the buck.
"Well, then You know it Cts skin
tight, and that's just the way these
hrcecheB did.
"About midnight Bill stole up between
tho block-bOuso and cabins and raised
the warwhoop. Ny Gee, what q stir
there was. An attack from the Indians
had been mOinentarily expected, aud the
whole garrison sprang 10 arms. Women
Crcpt with their children into the safest
corners Of the fort, while the men pre-.
pared for tbs expected akirmsh. lu tho
little cluster Of cabins outside OF the
block house the coming sayngcs were
awaited with dread The frightflll
whoops continued, chilling the blood
Of all.
My fathers friend, hastily struggled
on with their hrcrchcs, and tho small
one got on my fathers aud had room
enough III them ut the top TO got III
bag of coin. Ny father pulled at the
vacant pair Of pants, bat il WIS like put
ting his legs into coat sleeves. Hold on,
there he cried, Is his friends were
hastily leaving, you have got my
brooches ?
'''iold on, HI, answered his friend,
this is no time TO change brooches,
and disappeared Ill the darkness
MY father had no mind to DO left, so
he ran, naked ns he was, in pursuit Of
his friend The ncttlcs were ms high MS
Your head, and before he had gone ten
feet he was fuller than a New Years pin
cushion, bat that horrid yell kept him
going, and he didn't stop until shelter
was reached
Bill showed us how old Booth WAS n
coward, but ne did not lonf around there
the next day. The settlers wanted to
see him, but he didn't want to see them,
30 he skipped
"But my father was always called
Little Brooches from that day on,
though he never got too big for his
breeche,, as some people | know" and
the ancient citizen smiled contemptuous-
ly as a young man in senlskin cap
came into the grocery and asked for a
"dahk cigah, If you please"
The minutes were then amended, and,
as amended, approved. Madison (Ind.)
Star.