Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-01-23

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belts, and that beacon of prosperity, coal
smoke, rising in tiny columns from factory
chimneys. Men are seen on the streets IN
the gray of the morning who carry dinner
buckets in their hands. Yes, these people
of northern Georgia are doing well. All
the men are not talking cotton, cotton, cot
ton, niggers, niggers, niggers, and that ex-
ceedingly foolish talk about before the
war, sir, when we were surrounded by the
accumulated elegancies of life" as is the
nauseous case in South Carolina. There
is snap in this people. There is outcome
in them. The men who get on the rail
road trains at the country stations are in
hurry. They do not patiently stand delay.
They swear at delays, and that is a good
sign. If The dinner at the hotel they stop
at is set for u o'clock, they want it at II,
and not at 1890; and if they don't get it
they raise row.
The mountain men are very friendly to
strangers. They are incessant takers, and
funny, very funny in their quiet, sober
way. When l was on my route to Dahlon-
ega two mCuntaineers, gaunt, full-bearded,
long haired, who were dressed in butter
nut colored clothes-home-made cloth, |
judged-got in the car and took seats be-
hind me, They settled themselves nicely,
took chew of tobacco apiece. and then,
comfortably fixed for talk, the taller OF
the two said, ''Lets see, John, amt seed
you since the surrender" mo more you
have, Hank" was the reply. There was not
another word uttered about the war. Sit6nr
ooking out of the window at the pros
porous country, overheard most of their
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whisky to improved firearms, and back
again to moonshiners. Hank, in reply to
Johns inquiry as to sold man Johnson"
who, gather, was engaged in the business
of moonshining, soberly told of his fate.
''You see, he and old man Bascome bought
a sow together year ago last October.
They were partners like. The beast ran
wild in the woods. This fall they drove her
up to the still house, and she and her seven
shoats lived on the slops of the still. Along
in early December johnson sent word to
Bascome to come over and divide the
young stock, as he wanted to kill his meat.
Now, you know that it would
have been but fair, seeing that
johnson had fed the pigs, for
him to have kept four of the shoats, but
Bascome he talked him out of four, and
the old man was satisfied with three. The
understanding was that he was to have the
odd pig next year, if there should be one.
Bascome allowed there would be one sure.
Well, old woman Johnson, when she heard
of the trade, she allowed there would be
no odd pig next year, and she put Johnson
up to go claim the shoat, or at least to get
one-half of it. The old chap he went
across the ridge to Bascome's house. It is
about two miles through the woods. Of
course they fell out, and johnson beat
Bascome with a club, and he yelled for
is as big as a COW and as strong as mule.
She ran out of the house, and, gathering a
stone, she mashed Johnson in the ribs,
and knocked the wind out of him. He
fell up against the corn house and Bet
grabbed him by the goozelstring wind
pipe); that settled him. When $50
pound woman gets her hand on a mans
goozelstring that man has got to do some
thing mighty sudden or its all day with
him." He was silent for an instant and
gazed modify out Of the car window. l
judged from the expression on his face
that he had had experience with 250-pound
women. He cheered little shortly, and
resuming the, to me, thrilling story, said:
johnson squirmed away from her and
broke for the timber. Bets blood was up
and she took after him. She set a big
yellow hound on him, and he bit old John
son. Bet chased him over ,he ridge, and at
every jump she threw stones at him.
She hit him, too, and the dog
tore most of his clothes off. That Bet
never stopped chasing him until the heft
of her clothes was snagged off of her."
Musingly he remarked: 'Wimmin is tough
customers" and after short pause, ad
ded: 'Bet says she can whip the stufing
out Of him in a fair fist fight, but Lord!
John, he can't fight no more. He is all
mashed up" Soberly John expressed his
sympathy for old man johnson. Neither
of them smiled. A vision of half-naked
man, chased through the forest by yellow
hound and an angry woman, who unlov
ingly threw stones at him, and who en-
couraged the dog to disrobe him, and who
kept up the chase until her own clothes
were gone, arose promptly before me, and
I yelled with laughter. The two grave
Georgians smiled in sympathy with me,
but they did not see anything funny in the
story.