The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1885-02-06
EVIDENCE PRODUCED.
when the Bottle Was Produced, all
Doubt Disappeared.

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ago, the harvester gathered and
stored away in the great barn of eter-
nifty, was one Of Arkansaw's first cir
cult riders Of the law. There were
only two circuit riders in the State,
and the log houses in which the grand
and petit juries assembled, were
a weeks journey apart. The natives
were all anxious TO see a Judge, be-
lieving him to be a man OF great
stature and an intellect from which
but few scraps OF information were
kept hidden. McTcal was rather a
small man, with mottled complexion
and 4 nose which seemed to have
caught the lingering rays OF an
autumn sun.
One day while riding along toward
Bent Shank courthouse, he lost the
"blazcd trail," wandered for time
in the woods and finally came upon
small cabin built of round logs. He
was in the act OF drawing a long
breath, preparatory to a lusty
"helloa," when he was startled by
the swelling notes of hymn which
suddenly arose. Nothing more quick
iy reviycs the memory OF sacred
teachings than song of religious
praise bursting upon an unexpectant
ear, and the judge, being man of
orthodox faith. was thankful that in
such wild place he had found men
who were endeayoring to walk IN the
footsteps of Peter and Paul. When
he entered, the congregation stopped
singing and looked at him. The
preacher, who stood with his elbows
resting on a tall slab bench, gazed at
him intently and said:
Thar seems To be a disturbin' ele-
ment in the fold. Stranger, whut
mout be your bus s'ness?"
The judge, who was embarrassed to
see that his presence had wrought
such change, replied that having
lost his way he had come upon the
house, and finding that religious SER
vices were being held, had entered,
glad OF the opportunity to indulge his
appetite for worship.
ave halter be mighty keerful,
podner," rejoined the preacher.
"You mout be a true seeker airter
the straight an narrow path, but
then again you moutent. To tell you
the truth-an' it's one o. my habits
to be plain-I don't like the way
you've got yourself rigged up. We
dontput on no style out here, an we
don't see why honest man aughter
put on them sorter duds. What mout
be your business, podner?"
II am The newly appointed Judge Of
this circuit"
The preacher and congregation
laughed. The idea OF such small
man being judge was inconsistent
with the peoples preconceived esti-
nation Of such dignitary.
look here, podner," said the
preacher, throwing one leg over the
bench, putting one hand under his
chm and showing out his whiskers
until they pointed at the Judge, 1--WE
amt all professors o. larnin', an it
thout take US some time to cal'clate q
eciipse O. the sun, moon an stairs,
OUT thar's a right smart sprinklin' o.
loss sense ,mungst us. A judge eh?"
ruling back his whiskers, tho
preacher discharged q mouthful OF
amber and nodded at the Judge as
though he would clinch his last
remark.
a., ,Genfiemen, you are Of course en-
.ltied TO your opinions" said the
lurist, but We will wave all that
aside. Please proceed with your de-
votional exercises"
NO" replied the preacher, 1--WE
are about through now"
Il hope that my presence has not
caused you to give up performance
Talks like Judge, dinged If he
DON'T" said a red headed deacon,
slowly shaking his head as though
wavering between continuation of
disbelief and a conviction that the
judge had spoken the truth.
"Yas," replied the preacher, "but
talk is easy. Fl l was to slick up a
little an go into strange neiphbor-
hood an give the folks few lines o.
my best conversation, wy they'd
think that had writ a 'rithmetic or
been speaker o. the legislator"
Although the judges pride to some
extent suffered, yet the incredulity of
the congregation amused him. "Par-
son." said be. I'VE viii not further