Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1881-02-17
a murder. Buck, are you here
Yes, Mars Louis. I'se heah.'


you to kill him.
Yes. Mars Louis
| But don't take advantage OF him.
Fight him with knife. Do you
promise?'
Yes, Mars Louis. III follow him ter
de cend oh de earth! l'll-oh, my
lnarster is dead!'
The tragedy sent thrill OF horror
through every one. Old men shed
tears when they saw poor GULL lying
on the ground, with his hands full of
grass, pulled up with the grasp of
death.
GULL was buried in a little orchard
near the farm house. Buck delivered
the funeral Grafton. Several minis
ters offered their sevices, but the cot-
ored man claimed the right, and as
no one could doubt the friendship
that existed between the master and
servant, no one disputed the right of
the faithful man to conduct the GER
emonies On Sunday afternoon,
when the sun shone bright on the
apple-bossoms; when the blue-jay
fitted and the 'sap-sucGer' pounded on
the old black trees. Buck stood at
the head OF his masters graves
Friends and neighbors gathered
around, and children peeped over the
mound into the cavity, shuddeled and
drew back. For full five minutes
Buck stood without utteriug word.
L doan know howter spreach fn-
neral, Lord he said, but | knows
what hit IL ter feel de pullin' oh d"
heartstrings. Ez a smile can change
ter tremblin' oh de lip, SO does sor-
row set heaviest on de heart which
wuz once filiel Nid Joy. My marster
had heart ez Dig ez de Imagination
ob chile, an ez de heart is de birth
place ob de soul, my mar,ter is on d.
right hand ob God, cloia up ter de
throne May we all n,ast death wid
as little fear, an may de angels be ez
glal ter see US all ez [ knows do hez
been ter make de heabenly quaintaucs
90 Mars Louis Gull. Amen
| Dent fed to Te1as. but WAS brought
back, and, by som, technicality, ac-
quilted. He left Tennessee immedi-
ately after the trial and went, no one
knew where or cared where.
Several weeks age, p tall man stood
on Superior street in Cleveland. His
hair was almost as white as the snow
st his feet His face were sad e,-
preston, and his eyes wandered as
though tired of every object. An old
colored man cau.e walking along.
Seeing the whitehaired man, he stop
ped, gazed iutently for morlens.
| approached The stranger and said:
Is yer name NJ. Dent?'
Yrs, that's my name
| Did da uster call yer Mr.. Bad
| Dent:
Yes; do you know me?'
L does. hly name is Buck GULL. |
uster long ter Mars Louis Gull.
| Don't yer recollect me?'
Why yes, Buck. howis yoG- health,
extending his hand.
No. sa.,; yer doesn't tetch my han
III de grasp ob friendship. / wus at
de picnic, yer riccolleck, when yer
stobbed Mars Louis. He died in my
arms Fore he died he made me prom
ise dat I'd kill yer in far fight cas-
sen de law didn't hang yer. Now
poses ter fight yer wild Barlow
knives.
Did Louis make you promise this?,
Vas sah.'
Then you must keep your promise.
Whatever Louis GULL said must be
done, shall be DONE | have never
refused to fight any living man.
w here shall the encounter take
place.
In de little orchard near de ole
farm house.
'When@
'Jes ez soon ez we ken go dar.'
The two men boarded the next
train and went to Nashville. Engag
ing private conveyance, they went
up into East Tennessee, aud stopped
at roadside inn, near the old GULL
farm house. 1t was agreed That
there should be one witness to the
encounter, and after engaging man
Dent wrote an explanatory letter and
gave it to the inn-keeper. 1t was
Sunday afternoon. The three men
went through au old orchard-orchard
only in memory, for nothing but the
decaying trunks of the trees remain
ed Buck led The way. He stopped
at sunken grave. Dis is Mars Louis
grade, he said. Stan on de undder