Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1886-03-26
A GEORGIA INCIDENT.
Serving Warrant on Lost Mountaln-.A
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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 q triae 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
Aung carelessly across his left arm.
"HHold on thar, Dave!' he cried. as
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 d0cky-
mcnt is you got agin' meP'
"'l got warrant, Abe said the
sheriff, pleasantly.
"'Well, Dave, hit won't fetch me,
said Abe.
40, yesr said thc sheriff. Yes il
will. Abe. / bin a-usin' these kind er
warrants mighty long time, an they
fetches fcller every whack.'
"'Now, I'll tell you what, Dave,
said Abe, patting his rifle, Il got y
dockyment here that'll fetch you a
blame sight quicker'n your docky-
ment'll fetch me; an tell you right
now, plain an fiat, 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 a man
who is willing to argue an interesting
question.
"Well. I tell you how Ifeol 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 another warrant after you,
This yer one what Tn already gel
don't amount to shuoks, so you better
fling on your coat, saddle your horse,
an go right alongw me thes ez neigh.
borly ez you please
"'Dave, said Abe, If you come in
at that gate you er agoner.'
"Well. Abe the sheriff replied, "a
lowed you'd kick; | know what human
natur on these hills is, an so l thes
axed some er the boys to como along.
They er right down thar in the holler
They hain't got no mo- idea what
come fern the man in the moon; yiI
they'd make mighty peart posse,
Tooby shore, great big man like YOU
Amt afeard fer ter face little bit Ell
law
"Abe Hightower hesitated moment
and then went into the house. In g
few minutes hc issued forth and went
out 10 the gate where the sheriff was
The faces Of the two men were study
Neither betrayed any emotion nor al
luded to the warrant. The sheriff asked
after the crap and Abe told him il
was 'middlin' pcsrt, and asked him tC
go into the house and make himself al
home until the horse could be saddled
After q while the two rode away. Once
during the ride Abe said;
"Tm mighty glad it want thai
fellar what run agi'n You last fall
Dave
I" .WhyF asked the sheriff.
'Boka4e I'd plugged him, certain
an shore, said Abe.
well, said the sheriff, laughing
i wuz a-wishin' mighty hard thes abou
that time that the t'other feller had 60
lected,'