The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-09-06

stolen from him during his terrestrial ex.
istence. The Arkansaw Travellers name
was Colonel Sandy Faulkner, and he
was born In Georgetown, Ky, In
1903. A correspondent says he came
TO Arkansas in 1920, and settled
In Chicot county, on the Mississippi
river, as q cOttOn-pianter. In 1889 Colonel
Faulkner, with his father, the late Nicholas
Faulkner, Virginian by birth, took UP
his residence in Little Rock, where he died
August 4, 1874, at the age Of seventy-ono
years. IL was well known throughout the
Northwest that Colonel Faulkner was the
original personator OF the Arkansaw Ira
veller-it was his pride to he known as
such. The story, it is said, was founded
on little incident which occurred i'm the
campaign OF 1910. when he made the tour
OF the State In company with the Hon.
A. II. Sewer, Governor Fulton, Chester
Ashley, and Governor Yell. One day
in the Boston mountain the party APP
preached squatter'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-ro0m 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 Arkansaw
Traveller had gone ahead OF him, and at a
banquet, amid blinking glasses and brilliant
toasts, he was handed violin by the then
Governor OF Louisiana and requested to
favor them with the favorite Arkansas tune.
At the old st. Charles Hotel special room
was devoted to his use, bearing In gilt let
tiers over the door "Arkansaw Traveller"
The following is the best authenticated
account OF the dialogue between Faulkner,
the "Traveller," and the sqlatter:
Traveller: Halloo, stranger.
Squatter: Hello yourself.
T. Can get to stay all night with you!
;. No, sir; you can't cit to
L. Have you any spirits here?
5. Lots NV 'em; Sal seen one last night
by that ar ole boiler gum, and it nearly
skeered her to death.
T. You mistake ny meaning; have you
any liquorY
s. Had some Yesterday, but Ole Bose he
got in and tapped all NV ii out'n the pot.
T. You don't understand; / don't mean
pot-liquor. I'm wet and cold, and want
some whiskcy. Have YOU got any!
s. oh, yes-I drunk the last this mOrnin'.
7. I'm hungry: haven't had thing
since morning; can't you give me some
thing to eat!
:. Haint burned thing in the house.
Not a mouth, Nv meat, nor a dust NV meal
here.
T. Well, can't YOU give my horse some
thing?
s. Got nothin' 20 feed him on.
4. How far is it TO the next house?
s. Stranger, don't know; I've never
been thar.
r. Well, do you know who lives here?
:. Yes. zir.
r. As Pm so bold, then, what might
your name be?
;. II might be Dick, and nigh be Tom |;
but it lacks right smart Nv if.
7. Sir, will you tell me where this road
goes to!
5. It's never gone any whar since I've
lived here; it's always thar when get up
in the mornin'.
S. 1t don't fork at all, but it splits up
like the devil.
T. As I'm not likely to get to any other
house Tonight, can't you let me sleep in
yours? And I'll tie my horse to a tree and
do without anything to eat or drink.
S. My house leaks. Thar's only one dry
spot in it, and me and Sal sleeps on il.
And that thar tree is the old woman's per-
you can't lie to it, 'caze she don't
want 'em shuk of. She lows to make beer
out'n 'em.
T. Why don't you finish covering your
house and stop the leaks!
S. It's been rainin' all day.
L. Well, why don't you do it in dry
weather?
5. 1t don't leak then.
Il. As there seems to be nothing alive
about your place but children, how do you
do here anyhow!
S. Putty well, thank you; how do you
do yourself?
4. l mean what do you do for a living
here?
;. Keep tavern and sell whiskey.
7. Wen, | told you that / wanted some
5. Stranger, bought a bar'l morn
week ago. You see, me and Sal went
shars. After we got it here we only had
bit betwcenSt us. and Sal she didn't want
to use hern fust, nor me mine. You see,
bod spiggin in one end, and she in
other. So she takes a drink out'n nv
end and pays me the bit for it then I'd
take one out'n hern and give her the bit.
Well Yves getting long fust-rate till Dick,
burned shulking skunk, he born hole on
the bottom to suck at, and the next time
went to buy drink they want none thar.
I. I'm sorry your whiskey's all gone
but, my friend, why don't YOU play the
balance of that tune?
S. It's got no balance to it.
7. mean you don't play the whole OF it !
;. Stranger. can YOU play the fiddul?
I. Yes; little sometimes.
;. You don't look like a fiddlur, but ef
you think YOU can play any more onto that |
thar tune, you kin Just try it,
(The traveller takes the fiddle and plays |
the whole OF it.)
5. Stranger, tuck half-duzon cheers and |
'ot down. Sal, stir yourself round like q
siX-horse team in a mud-hole. Go round /
IN the hOlcr where | killed that buck |
This mornin', cut off some of the best /
pieces and fetch it and cook il for me and |
his gentleman Directly. Raise up the /
board under the head Of the bed and get |
he old black jug | hid from Dick, and gin |
rs some whiskey; l know there's some left |
yit. Til, drive ole Bose out'n the bread |
Tray. then climb up in the loft and git the /
rag that's got the sugar tied in it. Dick,
carry the gentleman's boss round under
The shed and give him some fodder and
corn-much as he kin eat.
I'll. Dad, they amt knifes enuG for to
sot the table.
5. Whar's big butch, little butch, old
case, cob-handle, granny's knife, and the
me handled yesterday? That's nuff to
'ot any gentleman's table, Out'n you've lost
nm; Durn me, stranger, eff you can't STAY
IS long as you please, and I'll give YOU
plenty to eat and drink. viii you have
'oiiey for supper?
L. Yes, sir.
= I,I l. -, 81.