Morning journal and courier., 1885-11-16

common sight All about the outskirts of ths village you come upon their rude cabins, built of logs Of upright blanks, and with little or no attempt st cultivation about them. There is generally a good crop of children, however. In one cabin where I asked for drink of water by way of intro ducing myself there were six, the oldest "going on thiftesn;" es his mother said. The mother, mild-faced, blus-syed woman, in vited me to comein, and brought n1s adtink in 8 rusty tin dipper. The cabin had but one room, with huge brick chimney in the mid dle, having f;e-place in either side, and from the openings visible in the plank walls I should think roaring fire in each would hardly be sufficient to keep the inmates from freezing in winter weather. At my approach the children had all been hustled out of sight, and door shut dpon them to prevent their return, but a stout, black-eyed little chap was not content to be banished from society in this style and persisted in demand ing admittance. II shouldn't like to have you seen, Jeff" said the mother, but Jeff did not share her modesty, and continued to urge his demand until his mother WAS forced, for the sake of peace, to yield to it.
 "This one is named for the President" she said, leading him in, evidently divided between pride in his sturdy appearance and modification over his dirty dress. It was pretty dirty dress, there was no denying that, but the visitor was disposed to be aniable, and assured the fond mother that dirt was healthy for children.
 An inquiry as to whether she sent her children to school elioited the fact that they went to the free school when it was in ses- sion, which is only in summer time.
 ''But I don't like to send them to free school" she continued. ''Theyre mixed in with all sorts of children. I'd rather pay for their schooling. Because we're poor is no reason we shouldn't bring our children up right"
 In another cabin where hospitable well come was accorded, preparations for moving were going forward. A woman with wide brimmed hat and @ red scarf was present in the character of visitot, and by the shoulder ing fire of sticks sat another visitor, man clad in clothes of the most unaccountable rustiness and shoes that had never known a backing brush. He sat in discouraged at titude, with his toes turned up and his hands thrust into his pockets as if he were holding himself together. In the middle of the room was an old man, lean and bald, busily packing into a large sack, already near ly full, the contents of box at his side. He was going back to Fayette, "where he came from" he said, "or near Fayetteville any how-ike enough you know whar Fayette- vile is''
 ''It's twenty miles due east of Fayetteville, i" said he of the turned-in toes, speaking with great precision, linear the head-waters of the Tensas."
 'And what are you going back fora''
 "Well, you know yourself the mountain ain't no place for @ farmsr,n said the old man, who was picking out and laying num- Der of shoemaker's awls. "I can't do noth- in here. I could if I had money to buy leather and materials get something to do in the way of mendin' and repairin'; but l hain't got no money and jis set here and can't do nothin'. Johnson over there, now, he's got money, and he's made 8 fortin' nigh about, I reckon. So my daughter she's mar ried farmer, and we're goin' whar he kin make a 1ivin'"
 And has he a farm at Fayettevillea'
 "Yes, his fathers got one, and we're goin' to live together. That's his father" point ing to the discouraged looking man by the fire, "and that's him" indicating slim and rather good-looking young man outside the door.
 'Mes If I live till my birthday, which is the 18th of February i'll be seventy,' said the old man, leaning forward over his sack and looking very earnest. "Yes," he added turning back to his awls, which he contin ually arranged and rearranged. "Pvs took the wind of seventy winters and I'm sore afflicted too. I've only got one leg,' and empty pantaloon which depended from the stump, "and my hands is all crippled with the rheumatiz. I can't straighten this hand at all," and he held out his right hand with the fingers all drawn toward the palm.
 "And you're going to-morrow, you say?'
 "Yes, to morrow I'll be at Fayetteville, and maybe out to the farm if the wagon meets us."
 "Yes," assented the discouraged man, 't] come up for them Monday"
 'tDo you know the Richardsons in New Orleans?' ashed she of the red scarf as the visitor rose to take leave. "They're my kin. Amanda Richardson's lost her bus band, hear"
 I had set out in search of dialect-speak ing people, but my search has, as you per ceive, been unrewarded. It can hardly b. that the presence of the university on tn, iinhabitants, but 50 far have failed to find anybody-man, woman or child-who does not speak English with measurable correct ness. I shall continue my investigations however, and may yet catch 8 genuine Grad dock specimen.