News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1885-05-07
KENTUCKY BANDITS.
How Unreal They are Compared with the
| Comic Opera Kind.
from the Louisville COMMERCIAL.

From the Louisville Commercially.
'Inever was SO frightened in my life, F"
said Miss May Fielding, the prima donna
of the Carleton Opera Company, referr-
ing to the collision the company had
with the Rowan County bandits at More
head, when Carleton, the baritone, came
near being shot.
"What did the bandits look like ?" in
quired reporter.
"Well, now, that's the funniest part
of the whole business, don't you know, :"
said Miss Fielding, taking long breath.
"They were not bandits. I'm perfectly
familiar with bandits. Why, I've seen
Mr.. Carleton play Fra Diavolo ever so
many times and have known at least a
dozen men who sang Devilshoof in "The
Bohemian Girl" Why, would know
bandit with my eyes shut in the dark.
Just before we got to Morehead the train
people had been telling us about the
Rowan County desperadoes, but we did
not expect to see any of them. When
the train stopped three great, tall, thin
men came into the coach with long pis-
tolls on their shoulders. L thought the
men were trappers, you know, going out
to hunt. So asked one of them if he
found many rabbits.
.Rabbitsp he said, with frown like
railroad tunnel. Rabbits, Womanp
and he seemed to get madden at every
second. Great God, rabbits don't go;
I'm huntin' for men,
"'Great goodness said, frightened
to death, we can't spare any but one or
two chorus singers. You can take your
Oh r &c. 1.
would change his mind and go to hunt
ing women. L started to go back to my
seat, when just then another one of the
men leaped to his feet in the aisle, and,
pointing his gun toward me, shouted:
"'Stop theref
"Of course stopped. I never was so
scared in my life. L said to the man:
"'Oh, I'll stop, sir; you needn't be
afraid of me; didn't mean anything,
SIR
''I amt talkin' to YOU he said, and
then 1 saw he was looking over my
shoulder, and 1 turned and saw Mr..
Carleton coming in the door from the
smoking car. While the men were oc-
cupied with Mr.. Carleton I asked one of
the brakemen who they were, and he
said they were the Rowan County
bandits. But I don't believe a word of
it. They didn't have any ribbons in
their hats and there was not glimpse
of silk tights anywhere. They didn't
have even a guitar, and they didn't look
like they had been shaved for a month.
Why, if Mr.. Carleton looked like those
men when he sang Fra Diavolo' I
wouldn't go on with him. After it was
all over went up to one of them and
asked him if he was real bandit and if
he could sing Fra Diavolo.' He looked
at me a moment in the most ungentle-
manly manner and growled out:
"'No, marin, l amt no bandit. I'm
a wolf from the head waters of Bitter
Crick, whar the higher you go the bit
terer the water aud the hungrier the
wolves. I don't sing; I howl when it's
my night.
81 knew at first that they were not
bandits" concluded Miss Fielding, with
a look of absolute conviction, "because
I've seen so many bandits, you know. [
don't know what they were. They were
not wolves either, and it was easy enough
to see the man was lying about that I
don't know what they were, but I'm real
glad they let us off,"