Mexico weekly ledger., 1884-05-01

was made spokesman OF the compa-
ny, and it was upon his witty res
ponses the tune and story were
founded. On returning to Little Rock,
a grand banquet was given in the IA
nous ''bar ROOM which used to
stand near the Anthony House, and
Col. "Ssndy'' 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 "Arkansaw
Traveller" had gone ahead of him,
and at a banquet, amid clinking
glasses and brilliant toasts, he was
handed violin by the then Governor
of Louisiana, and requested to favor
them with the favorite Arkansaw
tune. At the old st. Charles hotel a
special room was devoted to his use
bearing in gilt letters over the door,
Arkansaw Traveller.
DIALOGUE.
Traveler-Hello, stranger.
Squatter-Hello, yourself.
T.-Can get to stay all night
with you!
S.-No, sir, you can't git to-
T.-Hsve you any spirits here?
Slots Nv 'em; Sal seen one
last night by that ar ole holler gum,
and it nearly skeered her to death.
[ T.-You mistake my meaning
have you any liquor?
S.-Had some yesterday, but Ole
Bose he got in and Tapped all Nv il
out'n the pot.
T.-You don't understand; DOM
mean pot liquor. I'm wet and colo
and want some whisky. Have yor
Igot any?
| S.-Oh, yes-I drunk the last thi'
mornin'.
Tim hungry; haven't had
thing since morning; can't you Civ
me something to eat?
S.-Hain't burned thing in th'
house. Not a mouffull Nv meat, no
dust Nv meal here. g
T.-Well, can't you give my hors
something?
Scot nothin' to feed him on.
T.-How far is it to the mex
! house?
S.-Stranger! 1 don't know; I'v
never been thar.
T.-Well, do you know who live
here?
S.-Yes, zir!
T.-As I'm so bold, then, whf
mieat your name be?
Sit might be Dick, an it migf
be Tom; but it lacks right smart u
! it.
T.-Sir! will you tell me whel
this road goes to?
Sits never gone anywhar sint
I've lived here; it's always thar whe
1 get up in the mornin'.
/ T.-Well, how far is it to where
y forks?
ST don't fork at all; but
Isplits up like the devil.
T.-As I'm not likely to get
any other house tonight, can't yc
let me sleep in yours; and I'll t
my horse to tree, and do witho1
anything to eat or drink?
S.-My house leaks. Thar's on
one dry spot in it. And that tn
tree is the ole woman's persimmol
you can't tie to it, cause she don
, want 'em shuk off. She lows
make beer out'n 'em.
T.-Why don't you finish cove
= ing your house and stop the leaks?
Sits been rainin' all day.
T.-Well, why don't you do it
dry weather?
Sit don't leak then.
T.-As there seems to be nothi
. alive about your place but childre
u, how do you do here, anyhow?
:. S.-Putty we'll, 1 thank you, ht
! do you do yourself?
Tt mean what do you do fol
living here?
S.-Keep tavern and sell whisl
II T.-Well, l told you / want
some whisky.
= S.-Stranger, bought a bar
morn a week ago. You see, me q
Sal went shars. Arter we got
here, We only had abit betweenst |
aud Sal she didn't want to use ht
4 fust, nor me mine. You see / hat
" spiggen in one eend, and she
t'other. So she takes drink ou
my eend, and pays me the bit for
= then I'd take un out'n hern, and g
J. her the bit. Well, we's getting IL
irst-rate, till Dick, burned skulk
skunk, he born a hole on the bott
to suck at, and the next time 1 W
to buy drink, they want n
thar.
' Tim sorry your whisky's
gone; but, my friend, why don't !,
play the balance Of that tune?