The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-01-24

stopped and called to n man who stood
near the door, "wiping out" long
rifle. He handed the gun TO small
boy who staggered under its weight and
approached.
"Mornin', sab, morn;n'," he said,
turning to drive away dog that would
ting anything to eat merely for the
pleasure of planting his ugly teeth III
my leg.
Il am looking for road,' said,
after exchanging show air yers" with
the old fellow, "and would be greatly
indebted for any assistance you might
lend me-"
He grinned mercilessly, ] thought,
and replied:
"Whar're yer frum?"
l told him, how truthfully it makes
no difference, and repeated my inquiry
concerning the road.
Stranger, did yer fetch a road with
yers?"
j confessed that l did not.
"Wall, then, don't know o. nun in
this here neighborhood.
"You don't mean to say that you have
no roads,"
"Thats what mean
How do you get slong?"
Through the woods.
"How do you haul your wood"
Don't haul none. Chop down trees
an tote the wood in. When the trees
gets scace, we move"
"Can you tell me how far it is to the
iext house,
stranger, you KANT find the next
house"
"Why?"
Because it amt thar. Say, thar,
Dick" turning to his son.
"Yas, pap"
Don't drap that gun. 1t mout go
of an shoot the stranger"
ut might also shoot YOU" 1 sug-
gested.
NO, il never shoots home foxes, but
it does banker powerful airter stran-
gers. Felt mighty sorry fur one o. these
here Government whisky hunters luther
day. He cum er hangin' roun' here,
jes like yer air dom, an l was mighty
afeerd that ole Sal-that's the guns
name-would get ter cuttin' up, an
blame eff she didn't flop over airter a
while an shoot the Teller through the
leg spite O everything | could do.
Shot him, sab, even airter my wife had
reasoned with her, an my wife's rea-
soner, lemme tell yer. Say, thar,
Dick.
"Yas, pap"
"Do ole Sal look sorter ashy?"
"Yas, pap"
Stranger, don't wanter hurry you
Off fur if thurs n man in the curmunity
what likes comp'ny it's me; but, eff
was in yer place, dinged eff | didn't
ride"
II don't know which way to ride"
Better ride straddle, reckin.
Il mean L don't know where to go. +"
"Go er way! Say, thar, Dick!"
"Yas, pap"
us Sal gittin' hard ter hold?"
"Yas, pap"
stranger, L swar that yer'd better
hussle, fur when Sal gets crossways, an
ashy, an hard ter hold, thar's gwine ter
be trouble"
my friend, you mistake me for a
deputy marshal, when, in fact" Cow
ardly ruse, but my only hope) Il am n
wildcat distiller and am running from
the officials. / live over here on the
creek, and when | left home the neigh
borhood was full of deputy marshals. {"
Cit right down an come in" he
said. "Say, thar, Dick.
"Yas, pap
is Sal ashy?"
NO, pap"
us she hard ter hold?"
"No, pap"
wall, lean her agin the tree an take
this boss and gin him suthfn' ter eat.
Go erway, Lie" addressing the dog,
"this amt no whisky hunter"
The animal seemed TO understand Mt
once, and without bestowing another
sneaking glance on me, he walked away
and laid down with satisfied az
"Jes come in. Colonel" said the old
fellow; "too late ter get outen this cur
munity ter night. I'll show yer the
way in the mawnin. Moll," turning to
his wife.
Vas, pop"
jug handy?"
"Yas, pap"
Wall, pass her ter the stranger. -
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