Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-08-17
FOUND TaE BOSS.
Battle Between a squatter and
an Engineer.
Arkansaw Traveller.


A we'll known engineer, while en-
gagged in the survey of railroad line
through a wild and sparsely settled
part ct Arkansaw, left the camp one
day to make, as he termed it, social
call on the natives. While walking
along through the woods resting in
such undisturbed lap of primeval na>
ture that no sign of the ak was visible,
be suddenly ran upon a small "clear
I'M" near the center Of which stood
an unpretentious la bitation of "daub"
and log. While he stood gazing at
the little speck of semi civilization, a
raw boned" man emerged from a
patch Of yellow. bladed corn and ex,
claimed:
Hello, thar"
Good morning" said the engineer,
advancing. "As | happen to be trans.
acting perapetetie business through
your community, and having nothing
to do at present, | thought I'd call
around and see you"
The squatter looked at the engineer
critically for a moment and replied:
II had lowed to keep the peace as l
was boun' over by the Simmou boys,
but reckin I'll have to break over,
fur ! don't see no other chance"
II don't understand you"
II reckin not, but turn about is far
play, fur | don't understan' you. I've
got fam ly CROWN up here, CROWN
up fast, femme tell yer, an | can't af-
ford to let Teller come aroun' here an
git off such spasm as that. Ef my
boys wuster hear you they'd be wild
afore night an we'd halter blow the
hon when we wanted to see 'em.
Peratetic," and he began to roll up his
sleeves.
Il meant no insult by the word, sir,
aud used it thoughtlessly."
Yes, reckin so, but it won't do to
let teller 20 on that way. | was
foolin aroun' a justice O. the peace
once, an while he wasn't thinkin' he
sent me ter Jail, an once Teller that
want thinkin' pizened my uncle.
Ever sence then, when | meet teller
that don't think, l brace myself" and
he moved toward the engineer.
VI didn't come out here to have any
trouble with you. | am a peaceable
man.
Yes, an so am |, an so was the
teller that pizened my uncle It's the
peaceaBle iellers that alters does the
damage" and he stopped within few
feet of the engineer, and regarded him
with an eye, enlivened by the CLINT OF
anger.
! Don't you pretend to be law
labiding citizen?"
YES, an so was the jestice O. the
peace what put me in jail, an so was
| the Teller that pizened my uncle"
What do you intend to do?"
Eight yer"
| "What for?'
| Partly because / don't like yer
shape, partly case you come arouR'
here like travelin schoolhouse, an
partly becase | want ter keep my han
ia. / amt had no jennywine exercise
sence jined the church an laid by
con-"
Il hope you do not intend to shoot
me2"
mo, [ don't shoot nobody but my
wife kin folks. You amt no XIII ter
Liza Patterson, | reckin2"
mo, sir"
"Then won't shoot yer. But I've
got ter fight yer. I've been achin iur
long time to git holt o a TELLER about
yer size to practice on, fur | low tel
20 over to the Dry Fox camp meetin'
next week, an thar's gwine ter be
sum fun thar, femme tell yer, an ]
don t want ter be lett in the lurch.
well, if you must fight replied
the engineer, II am with you, espe,
cially as it is intended to further your
interest at the camp meeting. Come
on"
The two men pranced around eacl
other for few moments, and begaI
pugilistic lodges and devices The
squatter possessed the old time knock
down theory, from which the science
of boxing evolved, but the engineer
was a man with all the modern appli.
ances. About the first thing the
squatter realized, after the engage
ment opened, was a sudden jar, gid
diness about the head and fall with
cut having made any especial selec-
ton as to the place. He quickly re
gained his feet, but as quickly down
again,
Hole on" he said. Amt thar
some mistake here2
II don't know" replied the engi
neer. Look around, and if you dis
cover an error we'll endeavor to cor
rect it.
The squatter approached again, but
was again knocked down. Say
blamed if this thing amt a gittin'
sOrter tiresome ter me"
You'd better rest awhile"
Look here, amt yer one O. then
fellers what they read about2"
well, not particularly"
} u b'ieve yer air. Come in the
house" and they entered the cabin
wife, this is the boss. Sot down
sab Come here. Tidy, an see the
Cap'n: Whar's the boysY Out, vel
say7 Wall, they're missin treat
Look un'er the house, Moll, an see e,
some O. the boys amt thar. Cap'n
here's some red ticker. Hep yerself
A Young Mans Terrible Reveng,
NJ, Francisque Sarcey has just fa
vored the readers of the Nineteenth