The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-05-03
Little Brecchos,

yes, they used to have queer time
around here, said the ancient citizen, a
he stirred himself around on tho upturnc cc
soap box, while the proprietor shook dow
the ashes in the stove.
The reporter perched himself on the nj
OF q flour barrel and patiently awaited the
outp curing of language that he knew was
cure to follow.
Yes said tho ancient citizen. INV
father came here before the trilobites were
done drying. He saw some rough times,
the old man.
Right where the Court house stands,
continued the ancient citizen, was the old
Dlock-house. and here were gathered q
mixed crowd of refugees just after tho
figeon.lto massacre. Old man Booth
had his log tavern just outside aud at it
was always motley gathering of back
woodsmen.
Among these. and tho ancient citizen
twisted his quid across his tongnc turn
or two, was character who made fan OF
Old Booth and said he was coward. Booth
h"'Gh him cordially for the insinuatiol, \, vet,
coutu hcYor Prauo rho contrary and the
old trappcr made up his mind to test his
courage. The plan was successful.
My father and two friends owned q
cabin just the other side OF Booths and
one OF these, a small man, hal $500 co in,
in sack, when Bill tried his experiment
on Booth.
They had retired for the night AMI laid
their buckskln pants oX the floor at the
bedside. Have you ever seen any genuine
buckskins' was suddenly asked the re-
porter by the ancient citizen.
Il have
'Where2'
On tho buck.
We'll, then you know it fits skintight,
and that's just the way these breeches did.
About midnight Bill stole up between
the blCck-house and cabins and raised the
war whoop. My Gee, what stir there
was. An attack from the Indians had
been momcntarily expected, and the whole
garrison sprang TO arms Women crcpt
with their childen into the Safest corners
OF the fort, while the men prepared for the
expected skirmish. In the lutte cluster of
cabins outside of the block house the COM
ing savages wero awaited with dread. The
frightful whoop continued, chilling the
blood Of oil,
My fathers friends hastily struggled on
with their brecches, and the small one got
On my fathers and had room enough in
them ut the top to get in bag of coin.
My father pulled at the vacant pair of
pants, but it was like pulling his legs into
coat Sleeves Hold on, there' he cried,
as his friends were hastily leaving, you
have got my breechcs'
Hold on, - answered his trion
this Is no time to change brceches,' and
disappeared in the darkness.
My father had no mind to be LETT, so he
ran, naked as he was, in pursuit OF his
friend. The nettles were as high as your
head, and before he had gone ten feet he
was fuller than New Years pincushion,
but that horrid yell kept HIM going, and
he didn't stop until shelter was reached
Bill showed Us how old Booth was a
coward, but he cid not loaf around there
the next day. The settlers wanted to sec
him, but he didn't want to see them, 80 he
skipped.
But my father was always called Little
Brooches from that day on, though no
never got too big for his breccnes, US some
people | know, and the ancient citizen
smiled contcmptuously as a young man in a
sealskin cap came into tho grocery aud
asked for 'dahk cigah,' it you please
The minutes were then amended, and,
as amended, approved.