Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-11
THE SOW ALL RIGHT.
TArkansaw Traveller.

ArkanSaw Traveller.
There are some sections OF Arkansas,
which like some sections of s kentucky, are far
removed from the active enforcement of the
revenue laws. The laws of the state are re-
spected, and even that part Of the national
statute which does not prescribe restraint on
the eccentricities of personal liberty, nor
make suggestions concerning the occupation
a man shall follow, is regarded by the natives
as, not ''all right but as something "thatn
sorter do.' The natives OF these sections
regard distilling as the common right Of all
men and the law which forbids it is simply
an enactment intended to Cypress the people,
consequently, Illicit distillers are sheltered by
people who take no active part nor receive
no revenue from this unlawful kind of manu-
facture. A revenue officer is regarded as an
enemy of the people, and any one who can
succeed in misleading him and throwing bin
eff the track, is ever c-ommemorated in the
annals Of neighborhood tradition asa man of
great Intelligence and worthy of emulation.
Several days ago a party of revenue men
stopped at the rude house of a 'tsquatter."
Railroads and other civilizing influences had
from time to time driven the f'squatteri' be-
fore them until he had at last built his home
in the mountains where he lived in defiance
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at a glance who they were, and when they
called to him he limped out to the fence
limped, for the "squatter," like the old negro,
always has an active enjoyment with rheu-
natism or a memory Of it that seriously in
t%erferes with his Iocomotion.
GLOW do you do sir?' said the commander
of the squad. eve were told thati if we came
here you could give us some information con-
corning the lands of this neighborhood as we
wish to purchase a tract" assuming the guise
of immigrants with a view to misleading the
Old fellow.
Putty well, thank yer. Won't yer light
an hitch!'
"No, we are in something Of a hurry.
What is good land worthE'
q dunno.'
Don't you live here?'
eyes, sorter.n
"And don't you know the price Of good
Iand?'
NO.
'That's singular"
cit mout be ter some foxes, but it amt ter
me. Say thar, Jim" turning to his son,
''drive the SOW outen the house fur she mout
turn over the sugar troff an spill the young
'un."
"how is it you don't know the price of
landH'
81 do.n
"Why, you said you didn'tr'
81 never. Said I didn't know the price o
good Ian, an l don't, case thar amt no good
lam in this here community"
81 understand now. Well, what does
average land brings"
"Brings about an average price"
"What would you call Al average price?'
"What would you call an average lan'W
"Well, I hardly know"
"Wall, 1 hardly know"
"Do you know a man in this neighborhood
named Bob Blakemore7'
rs he the son o ole man B~lakemore?'
eyes, | think sou
"1s he got a sort o moon eye on one side
an a sort o rainy day eye on tuther?"
CHATS the man, I believe"
"Sorter walks like he didn't kere whar he
was gwine, do he?'
eyes, from what 1 know of him he does"
"Sorter whine when he talks, like he was
a longin' fur suthin' he amt gotg'
Hes the man, l have no doubt.n
"Wars a par O shoes what was made by
Josh Simmons, with one heel thiser way an
luther thater way." making signs with his
hands.
'That's the individual. Where can 1 find
hing
Well, eff yer know him as well as [ do yer
oughter know whar to find him."
when did yousee him last e.
Don't riccolleck the last time as well as
lido the fust. The fust time I ever seed him
we fit. He flung me an I flung him. He
drawd blood an Idrawd blood. Then we fit
an re fit till his wife she come, then we Sit
till my wife she come, then We all fit. Airte1
awhile we got mixed up, an my wife she fit
me an his wife size fit him, am
We'll, We don't care anything about that.
I'd like to know where we can find him, as
we can doubtless strike a trade.n
"Yas, but femme tell yer. Say, Jim, did
yer drive out the sowg'
"Yas, pap"
"Did he spill the young una"
"No, pap
"Wall,n again turning to the men, &c
want ter tell yer bout Bob. My wife she's
gone ter one O the neighbors an I aim
pushed fur time. Airter we'd fit an fit, my
wife she gave me a powerful lick over thu
eye
owe don't care for that"
"Yas, wall, I was gwme ter tell yer whar
give Bob that rainy day Eye. Bob's wife sh,
snatched up a wet cob an give him a lick il
the eye. Never was hit by a wet cob wa
yer' Wust thing in the world. Seed a mig
ger hit with one by ole Darb Sewer once
Didn't know Darb, I reckin. Wall, it make.
10 difference, fur"
"Look here, my friend"
"Don't know as I'm yer friend, but I'm Ell
Iookin' thar"
"We want to find Bob Blakemore.'
"Tll tell you how ter find him eff that
what yer want. See that hog pathg"
Eyes"
'Wan, take that path till yer come ter tn
derrick Bob's a mighty hunter an vera
mighty likely ter find him thar"
Suppose he isn't there.:'
Then ken tell yer 'zackly wharh he is"
"Whereg'
"Summers else. Say, jim, is the sow al
right.'
"Yas, pap"
; Look here"
"Lookin' thar agin."
"We want to go into the house"
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