The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-06-13
"ARKANSAW"
Was the State From Which He
Hailed-He Was a.
Traveller.

the str ct Yesterday. Suddenly his eagle
eye vas attracted by covered wagon, be-
longing To- some migratory individual.
standing in the wood yard.
! The BAZOO man sauntered over. He
took view and IN inventory. The
wagon was ancient; the animals attached
We're dltto and something more Thew
were mule and horse, and DISPLAYED a
lack OF oats In the abdominal CAVITY Their
appearance also Indicated an absence of
obesity about the costal structure. The
harness was ancient, and the regalia OF
! draught had repeatedly Come in FRACTIONAL
contact with the lateral portions of the
I quadrUpeds ant a scarcity of hirsute GOV.
ering was palpable To the visual nerve.
The inventory was interrupted by the
approach OF a stranger IRON tie other side
/ of the wagon.
"HullO, stranger: got any tradin' bosses?
/ SEED you a-iookin' at them critters
% mine, an | thought as how YOU might
ha' been ioOkin round fur a trade"
Tie was from Arr ansaS. The reporter
was Confident. The rig indicated it and
the desire 10 trade horses proved it. "Not
particularly" answered the collector and
compiler Of truth, IL was simply attracted
! ov their appearance ami was wondering II
they were blOOded animals and who knew
their pedigree"
well, now, pard, YOU can Jest bet the
finest coon skin you ever seed that them is
blooded animals; but IFS a shame how
I've used 'em. And they've got pedigree
rs straight as an arrow, but | can't Jest
exactly call it TO mind now. You see that
off hoss? He was fast one once, but YOU
wouldn't believe it now" CEhe reporter
took another look at the animal indicated !
and mentally agreed with the speaker
1--WE seed the time when that hoss could
trot his mile in twO-ten like a top; but I've
had bad luck and hain't had much show
TO keep him in any kind o shape / don't
reckon he can MAKE it in less than two
forty now
The scribe again critically examined the
'Once fast horse" and again agreed with
the proprietor of the ex-trotter.
"Iou say you haint got no tradin'
stock"
NO" said the reporter with mutled
sigh, Il am not the happy possessor of q
horse OF any kind"
"Well, do YOU know of anybody around
these parts that does?"
The scribe glanced around the yards and
ferrous material. They drew near, and were
accosted by the would-be speculator in
horse flesh =
"Have Yer fellers got swopin' stock ,"
The reporter gave them the wink.
That depends on circumstances. III We
could get good bargain, We wouldn't mind
trading. What have YOU got to trade ?"
''Pve got that thar boss, an I'm wilIin,'
~ L.
To tell the truth, that is runnin' stock, but
he hain't used to hard pullin' an rough
roads so / want to get rid % him for
good likely plug that is used to hard
knocks"
Where do you hail from ?" asked one OF
the men.
'Oh, I'm from Arkansaw, an am on
my way to Elenois. I've been on the
road nigh onto four weeks, and that
blooded boss is Jest about tuckered out 4;
and her ell am about half way. He can't
60 much further without rest, an haint
got the time to spare. You see I'm takin'
the ole woman and the brats to Elenois to
see the ole woman's kinfolks, an she's in a
awful rush; an if / can't swop that beast
off for good, likely plug, it'll be long
time before We git there, and me an the
ole woman III mix sure. She's the very
deuce when she gifts on her high boss, an
there's no tellin' when she's goin' to hit
Teller with skillet or a uven. She alwus
comes out the big eend o. the horn, you
can Jest bet on that stranger"
The hucksters didn't want any blooded
stock.
"Arkansaw" was disappointed. but not
disheartened. He tackled several others
for a trade but no one was found who
appreciated fast animals.
"How are crops in Arkansas" asked
the BAZOO man.
"Oh, craps is middlin'. The truth is
don't know much about craps. You
see, hunt durin' the winter
and alwus have TO take the ole woman
to Elenois In the summer"
"Will the wheat crop be of much value
in Arkansas this season."
ooh, yes; wheat's Just humpin' itself
It's as thick on the ground as the har on
valler dogs back"
IL suppose cottons good?"
ayes, cotton's up an about Saw, stran-
ger, you seem to be kind of good Teller.
What's your name an what do you do fur
1 livin'?"
"Pm newspaper man. work on the
BAZoO, of this city"
"Buzoo. Well dog my cats, are you
me o them there Buzoo men. I've hearn
ell OF that doggoned noospaper fur the
asst ten year, but hain't had no chance to
ee what its like. You see when Pm at
home l never see noOspaPer,
m when / 60 to Eienois i
lever think about enquirin' fur the Buzoo
The BAZoo man had copy in his pocket
which he gave to the benighted "Arkan-
aw" man.
The paper was clutched eagerly and the
delighted recipient rushed to the wagon to
how il to the cole woman an brats."
None of them could read, but the re-
'orter kindly promised to come around
n the evening and read few columns to
he delighted traveller.
With a parting admonition to "bring
ny of his pards around that had any
radin' stock" from Arkansas, the scribe