Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-11-04
THE ARKANSAW TRAVELLER.
THE ORIGINAL AMUSING STORY.

The original Arkansaw Traveller was not precisely the same character that Frank Chanfrau presents on the stage. In fact, his name was not "Kit," but Sandy" and he never had a wife killed and child stolen from him dur ing his terrestrial existence. The Ar kansaw Travellers name was Colonel Sandy Faulkner. and he was born in Georgetown, Ky, in 1898. A corres- pondent says he came to Arkansas in 1929, and settled in Chicot County, on the Mississippi River, as cotton plant CT. In 1889 Colonel Faulkner, with his father, the late Nicholas Faulkner, a Virginian by birth, took up his resi- dence in Little Rock, where he died August 4, 1874, at the age of seventy one years.
 It was well-known throughout the Northwest that Colonel Faulkner was the original personator of the Arkansaw Traveller-it was his pride to be known as such. The story, it is said, was cured in the campaign of 1840. when he made the tour of the State in com pany with the Hon. A. H. Sevier, Gov ernor Fulton, Chester Ashley, and Gov ernor Yell. One day in the Boston Mountain the party approached a squat ter's for information of the route, and Colonel Sandy was made spokesman of the company, and it WAS upon his witty responses the tune and story were founded.
 On returning to Little Rock, grand banquet was given in the famous '.bar- room" which used to stand near the Anthony House, and Colonel Sandy was called upon to play the tune and tell the story. Afterward it grew into popularity. When he subsequently, went to New Orleans, the fame of the Arkan- saw Traveller had gone ahead of him, and at banquet, amid clinking glasses and brilliant toasts, he was handed violin by the then Governor of Louisi- ana. and requested to favor them with his favorite Arkansas tune. At the old St. Charles Hotel a special room was devoted to his use, bearing in gilt let ters over the door, ''Arkansaw Travel leT.'
 The following is the best-authenti- cated account of the dialogue between Faulkner, the Traveller" and the squatter:
 Traveller Halloo, stranger.
 Squatter. Hello yourself.
 T. Can l get to stay all night with you'
 S. No, sir; you can't git to- T. Have you any spirits here?
 s. Lots uv 'em; Sal seen one last night by that ar ole holler gum, and it nearly skeered her to death.
 T. You mistake my meaning; have you any liquor?
 S. Had some yesterday, but Ole Bose he got in and Tapped all uvit out n the pot.
 T. You don't understand; 1 don't mean pot liquor. I'm wet and cold, and want some whisky. Have you got any?
 l S. O, yes-I drunk the last this nornin'.
 T. I'm hungry; haven't had thing since morning; can't you give me some thing to eat?
 s. Hain't & durned thing in the house. Not moulful uv meat, nor $ dust uv meal here.
 T. Well, can't you give my horse l sometnlnS!
 s. Got nothin' to feed him on.
 T. How far is it to the next house?
 S. Stranger, don't know; Eve nevel been thar.
 T. WelL do you know who live hereg
 S. Yes, sir.
 T. As am so bold, then. what migh your name be?
 S. It might be Dick, and might b. Tom; but it lacks right smart uv it.
 T. Sir! will you tell me where thi road goes to?
 s. It's never gone anywhar sine I've lived here. It's always thar whel get up in the mornin'.
 T. Well, how far is it to where forks?
 S. It don't fork at all; but it split up like the devil.
 T. As I'm not likely 10 get to an other house tonight, can't you let m sleep in yours? And I'll tie my hors to a tree and do without any thing t eat or drink.
 S. My house leaks. Thar's only on dry spot in it, and me and Sal sleeps o it. And that thar tree is the old we mans, persimmon; you can't tie to il 'caze she don't want 'em shuk off Sh lows to make beer out'n em.