The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1884-07-30
THE OLD SETTLER.
DJsGUsTED WITH TRAVELLING PLACE
LIKE HOME.
No Cider, nDd the Nearest Tavern Three
Miles Away and without IA License.

No Cider, nnd the Nearest Tavern Three
Mile. Away and without License.
''Wall, boys, b'gosh, I'm glad to see
ye! TIL hain't no durn place top O. the
boot stool or under the can'py AFTER ali,
ez kin stan up an hop the but eend OF
taller-dip to yer own vine an fig tree,
IS tn? Ye kin gaavant, b'gosh.
tlmighty, from Dan TO Bearsbeby, an
CAD the country twixt the gittin' up O
the sun an the goin down o the same,
till yer new half.soled and heeled cow
hides Is wore so that if ye offered 'em
to tramp he'd take t'other side O. the
road, but whar'll We find the spot that
ye kin knuckle mp to an slap it on the
back, an say, You're my honeysuckle =
like ye kin to the spot ye kin look back
to, even if yer million miles away, an
see ev'ry spear o grass, an cv'ry gravel
stun, an ey'ry face tn is in it, list On
plain ez If they was standin right afore
YEP Ye won't find it. nowhar Ye
mowt be sot down 'mongst the Rocky
Mountains, an couldn't see the top Of
EN-, but, gosh ! how quick ye'd say,
'Iheym 'sumpin' Of mountain, to be
sure, but the Knob, cross the creek,
back thar TO hum, knocks EN- sky
high ! An mcbby we've hcercd good
deal bout the Mss'sippy River, an ye
90 take squint Mt il. Nice river We
say. Lots o water in it. Raftin'
fresh ali the time. But, gosht'Imighty.
ye orter see the Dcllywar' ! II We git
up to war it starts in the mountains, We
kin sonk it up with sponge, but It's
bigger'n ten Miss'sppy riyersr Then
ye git up to imagery Falls, mcbbc.
Ye can't help remarkin' that it's quite
tumble, an makes heap o noise, an
would run II power o saw mills. BIT
ye think back on the creek that We know
ev'ry inch Of, from the spring whar il
gifts lts iust drink to the place whar il
lines the river. An We kin see how il
PUSHES an jumps with roar from the
high ledge up yOndcr, all shet in by
hemlocks, an tumbles down inter the
big, dark basin Mt the bottom. whirin |
an foamln', an lcapin zif twere crazy. |
an crowdln' itself through the narrcr
pass twixt the two big rocks inter the
deep pool below an how it slips away
out'n tothcr cend o the pool, sly an
slow ike, 2lf 'twcre fecrcd somcbodyd
see it an call it back agm, bimcby goln'
faster an faster, an gcttn' noisicr an
noisier, an playin' tag an leap frog
with the messy old rocks an tangled
roots, an laughin' Cause they look 30
grim an solemn an how it hurrics on
an on, leapin' over more lcdges, pit,in'
skeert cause some on ems 80 high an
Jagged, an tnrnin' white ~ n ghost all
over ez it jumps, an never comm 10 IT,
self agln TIL it gits clean down to the
knoll o bricks an winds roun' it like IA
flash, outn sight o the jagged ledge
that skeert 1t; an how it suns itself
minute Iist this side o whar the woods
begins, an then glides inter their shad-
der, an scoots about 'mongst the trees
till you don't SEQ it no more, but kin
hear it for ever 10 long, singin' nm
shoutin' lords the old road an the log
bridge, way on t'other side O the mn
ples--l say, b'gosh, that ye list git n
hinkin' back on that, an ye tell il 10
he fnst man ye see, an then whars yer
imagery? ] tell ye, boys, tn hnint
no place like hum, an I'm twenty years
younger since | got back agin, an I'm
"Jrn glad TO see yc
Yes, b'gosh, boys" continue the
Old Settler, 81 don't roam no more. A
follln stun don't gether moss enough to
line chippy birds nest, an the folk We
meet away from hum don't give We no
money. My trip cost me enough to fat
ten two good pigs, but I'm 40 durn glad
to git settled down here 'mongst We
agin, Squire, that I'll jist shake the
bones with you for the juice for the
house, an If yo stick me III set EN- M.
If 1t takes another pigp
We'll, MAJOR, said the County Clerk,
have You been far on your travels ?"
Fur ?" exclaimed the Old Settler. as
" amazed Mt the question. "Hev ben
FURY Didn't ye know me nm Mriar d
ben to Little Equinox Dye know
whar Little Equinock ISL Ye know
whar Lackawack IL, don't ye? Wall,
how fur is LNckawack from liver p
"A good twenty miles" said the
Clerk.
WAL, Little Equinock is forty miles
beyent Lackawack, yit," said the Old
Settler--"forty miles beyent Lncka.
wack, yit, way up in Wayne county
hgosh, and durn near ev'ry step q the
way on the keers FurP Git out yer
ioggerly an look T.
"Whe'w-w-w" whistled the Squire.
WAY up North No wonder yer glad
TO GIT home, Major. 1s'pose the frost
hain't begun to think o gettin' out n
the groun up thar yit, has it.? Saw
Sheriff, dye know that if | thort could
stan the climate I'd like to spend n win.
ter rom In that country some'rsp
Thnz only one thing wanter do fore [
cue, M that IL to hey n rasscl with n
polar bar. Did We tackle one, Major?
An al tho way on the kcers. too f.
Yes, sir" said the Old Settler, tall
Ihe Ways on the keers, 'cepting ride o
three miles on buck hoard arter We cit
thar. M'riar d never ben on the kcers
Nlore, an were leetle narvous. We
hadn't much more'n started fore she
got worked up 80 that she says to me:
'Sllas, she says, clutchin' her ban
ox-'Silas, she says, list tell him to
atop ut the fust cross rond. I'd n durn
s'ght ruther git out an walk she says.
'But got that notion out'n her head,
an was gittn her tol'able quiet when
,,,gosh, the mime give yoop, and
Vi rier grabbed her ban box.
-. Tell him to stopr she hollcred
Tell him to stop I'm II gointer see
NY sister ez l haint see fur twenty
light year, she says, but if I've got to
G carried thar skeert to death, | mou,
st ez well II staid to hum an died an |
mt fur her to come TO the funer'I {
LAS, she says, tell him to stop, and S
II git out
but arter vile l got it through her f
BAD wat the noise were, an arter that y
'erything went right. Ye see, I'd i
ayeied afore, having been s'penied
INST on lawsuit up TO T,ackawack