The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-01-23
A GEORGIA INCIDENT.
Serving Warrant Lost Mountain-A
Rather Ticklish Job.

Rather Ticklish Job.
From Joel Chandler Harris humor.
Gus and dramatic story, Trouble on
Lost Mountain, in the Century, we
take this characteristic incident OF
mountain life in Northern Georgia:
''On one occasion shortly after the war,
Abe had gone to little country town
on business, and had been vexed into
laying rough hands on one of the prom
nent citizens who was trife under the
influence of liquor. A warrant was
issued, and Dave McLendon, 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 carelessly across his left arm.
"'Hold on thar, Dave! he cried, rs
the latter came up. The sheriff, knowing
his man, halted.
"I hate to fling away my manners,
Dave, he went on, but folks is gittin'
to be mighty funny these days. A
mans obleeged to s'arch his best frien's
fore he kin find out Their which
Always. Dave, what sort of a docky-
ment is you got ag'in meP'
II got q warrant, Abe, said the
sheriff, pleasantly
D Well, Dave, hit won't fetch me-
laid Abe.
will, Abe. I bin a-usin' these Xxi nd er
warrants mighty long time, an they
fetphes Teller every whack.
]" Now. I'll tell you what, Dave,
said Abe, patting his rifle, Il got a
dockyment here that'll fetch you a
blame sight quicker'n your docky-
ment' Il fetch me; an tell you right
now, plain an flat, hain't a-gwine to
to be drug aroun' an slapped in jail.
''The sheriff leaned carelessly against
the rail fence in the attitude of man
who is willing TO argue an interesting
question.
We'll, l tell you how l feel 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 go
don't amount to shucks, so you better
fling on your coat, saddle your horse
an 90 right alongwi' me thes ez neigh
borly ez you please.
Dave, said Abe, if you come il
at that gate you er a goner.'
"Well, Abe the sheriff replied, g
lowed you'd kick; / know what human
natur on these hills is, an so l the
axed some er the boys to come along
They er right down thar in the holler
They hain't got no mo- idea what
come fern the man in the moon; vi
they'd make mighty peart posse
Toby shore, great big man like yO
amt afeard fer ter face q little bit e
law.
ABE Hightower hesitated momer
and then went into the house. In
few minutes he issued forth and wer
out to the gate where the sheriff wa
The faces of the two men were stud,
Neither betrayed any emotion nor a
luded to the warrant. The sheriff aske
after the crap and Abe told him
was 'middlin' peart, and asked him
90 into the hosse and make himself
1saene ttd5iiife aAi99gs9 eogla Re sa sa9h,
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$ After while the two rode away. On,
t during the ride Abe said:
e 4" I'm mighty glad it want tn
y fellar what run agi'n you last fal
d Dave
e 'WhyP' asked the sheriff.
:, g 'Bekaze I'd a plugged him, certai
. an shore, said Abe.
! Well, said the sheriff, laughin.
r I wuz a-wishin' mighty hard thes abol
n that time that the t'other Teller had Q,
$ 'lected.'"