The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-13
THE AWFUL BENCH LEG.
Oscar and Jack Engage in a Fierce Encounter but an Adjustment
 Is Affected.

| Is Affected,
 Quite sensation was created at Long Pond church last Sunday night. Old Oscar PAyson has been, during many yeaFs. the pastor of the Long Pond con gregstion. He has managed to keep himself reasonably unspotted having only once been arrested, and, as any one might naturally suppose, his influence over the people is so strong that he sometimes ex. hibiss authority instead of love. A revival Is always in progress at Long Pond and, |, a trustworthy gentleman recently in- termed the writer that this makes the thirteenth year of his residence in the neighborhood, that only one night during this dme has the preacher given his peo- pie recess and that this would not have occurred had not the old man been te m- porarily in jail.
 Las, Sunday night old Oscar became vexed at the lukewarmness of his congre- gatiol. "My frien's," said he, "it am time ter gin yer some putty straight talk. It's all right ter fool wid CT man fur CT lit- tie while but 1t woan do ter keep |, up like 1t wuz CT reg'lar trade. It's mighty nice fur de lam's ter frolic but when da carries 1t too fur de ole sheep haster put CT stop ter 1t. l'se been CT preachin' two hours ter night an aint kotch but one sinner yit Dis Is mighty DO hshin' femme tell yer, but It aint ease dar ain't no fish In dis heah pool O nickwisy, fur 1 sees lem ip dax. l'se sorry ter know it but de sin- ners Q dis community Is gwine ter torm ent sx fassez dc ken trable, an It pains mo nightly ter see dis gram rush, but l'se done my bcs'. No, 1 won't gin up at dis late day. I'll made one mo- tempt ter sabe my feller people rum der jaws O 'struckshun. Ole Satan hab flung on mo coal an his fire is roarin'. De angels O torment stan's roun' ready ter punch yer wid der pitch folks. Oh, sinners" lifting his voice into a shout, "lissen ter whut l'se dis day CT tellin' yer. Cum CT way rum dc snares whut Satan hab set in de thicket O wickedness an come inter de gyarden O de Lawd whar de supper O de passober IS spread am whar de weddin' gyarmen' is CT hangin' on de bsshes ready ter be tuck of by de folks whut goes in dar. Come CT laung, sinners, am go wid me inter dat gyarden an smell O de fine flowers an tase de fine fruit. Take down de weddin' gyar- ments an put 'em on. Oar sets ole Uncle Jack Potter. Oh, how l wishes dat he woul come inter de gyarden, but it peers like he won't Hes CT 0le man now, but he still keeps outen de holy flock. Bruder Jack-mus' call yer bruder far dc whole human family is dsah ter me--aupg CT side dc 'Auence O Satan an come wid me. Turn rum yer evil ways an"
 "Loek heah," said old Jack. "l doan mine yer talkin' bout sin in gen', but l doan want yer ter pint me out CT de chief sinner in de gang"
 Wy, Bruder Jack,' the preacher re- piled. ain't p'iated yer ou, ez de main one. Wy sah. .sez yersef is de ol'es. man in de congregation wanted ter sorter hol yer up es CT rample ter dese young pussons."
 "wali, l ain't done nushin' ter be hil up ez CT zample erbout."
 "Dosn yer play kyards1"
 Vas, but dat ain' nothin' % awful bad"
 I "Wail, doan' yer drink ticker an cuss ?" "Yas, but dat ain wus den Lots O udsr folks does, an l doas wast ter bs e rample, 1 tells yer"
 "Dat's all right, Brudex Jack, bat e man-o
 "Dun tole yer dat doan' wantsr bs er zample, ain't ?"
 "Yas, but"
 "Neber mine. Tole yer dat I doan' wantez be CT zample. Does yex know whus dat means3 I'll tel yer: It means dat ef yer keep on CT holdin' me up yes1i heah suthin' strike de Ao' an' when yer looks roun' ter see whut 1t l. yex'n fine dat ks yesseI Keep on, an suthin' will drap sho'." BruddeT Jack, dem words is CT nuff ter sen' e pusson ter torment. Yer is ole sE nud tsr tsrn rum ysx sin-sprinkied