The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-01-15
SERVING 4 WARRANT ON LOST
MOUNTAIN.

From joel Chandler Harris's humorous
and dramatic story, ''Trouble on Lost
Mountain, in the January Century, We
take this characteristic incident Of noun
tain life in northern Georgia son one
occasion shortly after the war, Abe had
gone to the little country town to business,
and had been vexed into laying rough
hands on one OF the prominent citizens who
was trife under the influence of liquor.
a warrant was issued, and Dave McLen-
| don, the sheriff of the county, stumpy
little man, whose boldness and prudence
made him the terror of criminals, was
sent to serve it, Abe, who was on the
lookout for some such visitation, saw him
coming. and prepared himself He stood
IN the doorway, with his rifle flung care
lessly across his left arm.
g Hold on thar, Dave = he cried, as the
latter came up The sheriff, knowing his
man, halted
=" ! hate to fling away my manners.
Dave, he went on, but folks is sittin' to
lie mighty funny these days. A. mans
obieeged to S arch his best friens fore he
kin find out Their which-aways. Dave,
what sort of dockyment is you got ag in
me
81 got warrant, Abe. said the sheriff
pleasantly.
"'Well, Dave, hit won't fetch me, said
Abe.
oh, yes said the sheriff Yes it
will. Abe. bin a-usin these kind or war
rants mighty long time, an they fetches
Teller every whack.'
Now. I'll tell you what. Dave, said
Abe. ratting his rifle. I got doekyment
here that'n fetch you blame sight
quicker'n your dockymentll fetch me, an
tell you right now, plain an fiat, l hain't
a-gwinc to be drug aroun' an slapped in
jail
The sheriff leaned carelcssly against
the rail fence in the attitude of a man who
is willing to argue an interesting question.
Well, | tell you how | fell about it,
Abe, said the sheriff. speaking very slowly.
'You kin shoot me, but you can t shoot the
law. Bang away at me, an thar's another
warrant after you. This yer one what I'm
already got don't amonnt to shueks, so you
better fling on your coat, saddle your
horse, an go right along wi me thes cz
neighborly ez you please
Dave, said Abe, if you come in at
thu. rate xroi, nj, n f,onar
Well Abe, the sheriff replied, I
lowed you'd kick: I know what human
natur' on these hills is, an so | thes axcd
some er the boys to como along. They er
right down thar in the boiler. They hain't
got no mo- idea what l come fern the man
in the moon; yit they'd make a mighty
peart posse. Tooby shore, a great big man
like Won amt afeard fer ter face little bit
err law.
s.Abe Hightower besitatcd moment,
and then went into the house. In few
minutes he issued forth and went out to
the gate where the sheriff was, The faces
of the two men were a study Neither
betrayed any emotion nor alluded to tle
warrant. The sheriff asked after the
crap, and Abe told him it was 'middin
peart, and asked him to 60 into the house
and make himself at home until the horse
could be saddled. After a while the two
rode away Once during the ride Abe
said:
Elm mighty glad it want that Teller
what run agin you last fall, Dave.
"'Whya' asked the sheriff
. 'Bekase I'd "a plugged him, certain
an shore said Abe
's'Well, said the sheriff, laughing, i
wuz a-wshin' mighty hard thes about that
time that the t'other Teller had got 'lectcd