The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-12-26

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 Weekty Pieket was constructed of rough oak boards, set up endwise. The house had been built while the lumber was green, and the consequent shrinkage had left cracks so large that the editor was never placed under the necessity of rais. ing window for want of air. A placard tackled on the door bore the following announcement: "Having purchast com plete outfit of latest styles of types We are prepared to do all kinds of Job print ing"
 A strong man, at one load, could have carried away all the type owned by the Hon. Mir. Dockery, yet the editor was prepared to do all kinds of work. The hand-press was old and battered, and the cases," judging from their ancient ap- p@rance, might have been used in Jaco- bite garrets in the reign of William III.
 "Go in," said the editor, opening the door and majestically waving his hand Now," he continued when they had en- tered, {" we'll sit down and smoke while and then go to work. Come imp
 Some one had knocked at the door. Four men entered. They were intro. duced as Mort. Haney, Asa More, Andy Tillotson and Rufus Malone. They were uneducated farmers and had come, they said, to "jaw" the editor awhile. Len had heard his grandfather speak of the men, particularly of Mort. Haney. Haney was a gaunt, gray-eyed man with stiff hair. Shortly after receiving an introduc- tion to Len, Haney said:
 "Wall, how do yer like it out here p
 "Very well," Len replied.
 "Find a good deal of ignunce, reckon ?"
 :" haven't been around very much"
 "Oh, yer mean that yer ain't found it yit, but Tow ter find it when yer do go round"
 You misunderstood me, MT. Haney. do not mean to cast any reflections on the people of this community. My father was born and reared in this part of the country, and would be the last man in the world"
 Come, gentlemen" interposed the editor, "don't let us have a misunder- standing. MT. Gansett, these men can't write like professional, but they are honest"
 Asa Mofe-" Yer bet we air, Dockery. We ain't speech-makers, but we air as good jedges uv human timber as the next crowd that comes along"
 Andy Tillotson-"l believe Pm as good as any man an damf ain't willin' ter undertake ter prove it."
 Rufus Malone-"I never wuz much uv a fighter, but ain't been whipped yit.'
 Len" Gentlemen, you misunderstood me, are led astray by the misconception of MT. Haney. He thought, and without cause, that 1 had cast imputations upon this neighborhood, when in fact nothing was farther fiom my intentions. It is very difficult matter to ex- plain the simplest mistake, so now, gen. tlemen, if have said anything to wound any ones feelings or to arouse any ones am sorry for it, and hum- ply beg pardon"
 Dockery-" Hang it, men, don't jow- CT. Len, wouldn't be surprised but our friends have been drinking little and we must therefore excuse them"
 Mort. Haney-" Nobody's axed yer ter excuse us, Dock, an don't reckon that nobody wants yer ter. wuz CT talkin' ter this high-ferlutin' chap here. They say he's lazy an won't work an that's putty nigh nough fur me at the fust of. start"
 Len angrily )-"l have not asked you for your opinion of me, sir. have begged your pardon simply because you hadn't sense enough to understand me"
 Asa More" Dam'f don't believe this things gettin' leetle too warm for me-"
 Haney-" Hold on, Asa, an don't go fur want you to see me through with this thing. never urged this here fuss an ain't responsible fur it."
 Dockery-" Gentlemen, am very sorry that this misunderstanding should have occurred. 1 know that old man | Gansett will be sorry when he hears of the outgrowth of the slightest misunderstanding"
 Haney-" Dam old man Gansett."
 Len sprang to his feet but was instantly | seized by More and Tillotson.
 "Come. noyn said More as he forced |