New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-08-19
What a kentucky Burgoo is.

Washington Letter to the Philadelphia Record
eff you should so out to Kentucky
about this time" said the old Judge,
you would probably be invited to bur-
goo. You don't recognize him by that
name, do you? No? Well, burgoo
(accent on the first syllable) is a grand
good thing. It is al all-day picnic in
the woods, with a feast which throws
the clem chowder and the barbecue into
the deep shade of obscurity. In fact
the burgoo usually includes barbecue
as a sort of incident. You 60 out to a
corner of the woods where the thick
under brush has been carefully cut away
and where the trees are enough for
shade, but not enough for gloom. and
there you sit and play poker and smoke
the finest tobacco in the world and
drink oily ten year old sour mash and
sniff the delightful aroma of the
burgoo until along in the afternoon,
when the niggers pronounce the burgoo
ready and ladle it out to you in big
bowlfuls. The burgoo is delicious
broth which is a perpetual remind
er Of the aborigines who
handed it over to our pioneering
forefathers when they began coming
across the mountains from Virginia.
You take-or rSther the darkies take
81 gant;c kettle and hang it over a
roaring fire. A light broth is made
first; then they throw in young chick
ems, young ducks, sucking pigs, and all
sorts of small game, with fresh pota-
toes, green peas, string beans, corn,
and every other vegetable. Every thing
is cooked until the meat begins to fall
to pieces. Then the walters, with shin
ing, smiling, black faces and snow
white jackets and aprons. bear great
oowlfuls Of the toothsome stew through
the grove. Oh, how good it is! Ny
mouth waters as tell YOU Of it. After
ward there is more burgoo, and then
more burgoo, until eyerybods has act
ually had enough. Then the darkies
satisfy themselves, while you return to
your pipe aad your glass, until the
shadows Of evening gather sleepily
around you" His voice became low
and his look became dreamy. Sudden
ly he reused himself and remarked as
ue tulueu AVA "A Few weeks later
the darllies hold their camp meeting on
the same spot"
The Victim OF Richardson.
A western friend Of mine now in the
city, told me singular thing few days
ago. Said he:
'sYou know Daniel Mcfarland, the
hero Of the sad Richardson tragedy? /
met him at Leadyille some three years
ago, poor waif and rapidly drifting to
the condition of a physical wreck. he
was SO poor that I have known him to
be forced to sleep on the floor Of one of
the lowest class of Leadville lodging
houses. l talked with him a number
Of times. He had wandered all over
the Western states restless and aimless.
He was given to frequent spells Of
drinking. On one occasion while in
Kansas City [ think he told me he had
occupied seat in one of the public
halls while his own wife, Abby Sage.
was delivering lecture. OF course,
she saw him; but no sign of recognition
passed between the two"
Where is Mcfarland now" I asked.
In the cemetery at Leadville," he
replied, sadly. sRemorse, disease and
utter WEAKNESS of life wore him out.
He gave up the fight after while, and
he is now at rest"
Els sad conclusion to brilliant
life, said I. Mcfarland was once one
Of the brightest lawyers at the New
York bar. But such is life."