Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-09-21

heered me, you ign ant, you hunk.
Ell you do want lickin' all over, be sho dat
dey alters go "punk!
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 1903. A cores
pondent says he came to Arkansas in
1929, and settled in Chicot County, on
the Mississippi River, as cotton plant
er. 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.
1t was wellknown 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
founded on little incident which oc-
CURED in the campaign of 1910, when
he made the tour of the State in COM
pany with the Hon. A. II. Sewer, 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 a
violin by the then Governor of Louisi-
ana, and requested to favor them with
his favorite Arkansas tune. At the old
St. Charles Hotel special room was
devoted to his use, bearing in gilt let
tiers over the door, 'sArkansaw Travel
ler."
The following is the best-authenti-
Gated account of the dialogue between
Faulkner, the Traveller" and the
squatter:
Traveller. Halloo, stranger.
Snuatter Hello yoursalf
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 Nv 'em; Sal seen one last
night by that ar ole holler gum, and it
nearly skeered her to death.
F. 7. You mistake my meaning; have
you any liquor?
S. Had some yesterday, but Ole
Bose he got in and Tapped all uvit outn
the pot.
T. You don't understand; don't
mean pot liquor. I'm wet and cold.
and want some whisky. Have you got
any?
mornin'.
Ell T. I'm hungry; haven't had thing
'elnce morning; can't you give me some
ing to eat?
Is +. Hain't a burned thing in the
JUS Sc. Not q moufful Nv meat, nor
roc Nv meal here.
''' 81 Well, can't you give my horse
en- hing?
,ok Got nothin' to feed him on.
:. Glow far is it to the next housee
Ills hoo,ranger, l don't know; I've never
t.,
here?l' oo you hno" WIZ lives
A !; +. sir.
,>or your NJ n am so bold, then, what might
ich Tom. hn;ht be Dick, and might be
nor r Sircks right smart Nv it.
~ road ooes} you tell me where this
hile foso sfns,s sft,s
the rre lived h; gone anywhar since
the get up in t. us Always 'har "nen
m T. Well, ?fnln;: far ). g. - vhsre Il
the forks? tar ~ !" " "hefe IL
the S. 1t don't r.
YIN nm like the dev1at all; but it splits
tue w. nA A. ~ rmn
der other house to-rkely to get to any
:. :, sleep in yours? can't you let me
+ III to q tree and do III tie my horse
eat or drink. Ut any thihS W
ona drv snot in it and nhar's only one
S'''" II And that thar Sal sleeps on
urn, mans nersimmon; ys the old wo-
WAC ,caze she don't want 'en't tie to it,
lows to make beer outuk on. She
'eh, T. Why don't you
e of your house and stop the covering
y or S. It's been rainin' af
T. Well, why don't yo :. s
anu weather? IA Wy
,ter- S. 1t don't leak, then.
T. As there seems to
clay alive about your place but chotning
Then do YOU do here, anyhow? now
.ho s. Putty well, thank you.
" you do yourself? 'oo
7. 1 mean, what do you { j..
living here? "a
S. Keep tavern. and sell whi.
While T. Well, told you that v,
Sun some whisky. =,
rned S. Stranger, l bought a bar'l
a week ago. You see, me ant
went shars. Arter we got it he
Rev. only had . bit betweenst US, and s.
e of didn't want to use hern fust, n
rting mine. You see, | had spiggin
be end, and she 10 totner. 30 sne y =
amb, aIiae s Ga' ~, .han IA sa tata nu ona ont, n
goice ona o. Io 80 her the hit Well. we
. les tino 'lonp fust-rate till Dick,
skulking skunk, he bor'n q hole
bottom to suck at, and the next
nday went to buy drink there want
fine thar.
corps 7. I'm sorry your WHISKY
.rgv play the balance of that tune?
''s'' S. It's got no balance to it.