The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1886-01-14
Serving a Warrant IN Lost Mountain


From Joel Chandler Harris humorous
and dramatic story, .'Troublc on Lost
Mountain" in the January Century, we
take this characteristic incident OF noun
tain life in northern Georgia; "On one
occasion shortly after the war. Abe had
gone into the little country town on busi.
ness and had been vexed into laying rough
hands on one Of the prominent citizens
who was trifle under the influence OF
liquor. A warrant was issued. and Dave
McIendon, the sheriff OF the county. q
stump little man. whose boldness and pru.
dence made him the terror of criminals
was sent TO serve it, Abe, who was on the
lookout for such visitation, saw him COM
ing, and prepared himself He stood in
the doorway, with bis rifle flung carelessly
across his left arm.
Hold on thar. Davel he cried. as the lat
ter 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 oblig-
ed to s'arch his best frien's fore be kin
find out the'r which,aways. Dave, what
sort OF dockyment is you got agin' meY
| got warrant, Abe. said the sheriff
pleasantly.
Well, Dave, hit won't fetch me, said
Abe.
Oh, yes Haid the sheriff. Yes 1t will,
Abe. | been usin' these kind er warrants
mghy long time, an they fetchesa feller
every whack.
| Now, I'll tell you what, Dave, said Abe,
patting bis rife, got dockyment here
that fetch yon blame sight quicker'n
your document'ill fetch me, an tell you
right now, plain an fat, bain't a-ewine
to be drug around an. slapped in jail,
The sheriff leaned carelessly against the
rail fence 10 the attitude of man who is
willing to argue an interesting question.
Well. tell you how 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 war
Ant after you. This yer one what I'm
airsady got don't amount to shucks, SC
'ettar fling on your coat, saddle your
go right along ". me thes e e
ou. -ou please.
orse, an won co,. :. =.
ezy
Dave, said Abe, Ia. -,
ate you'er a goner. ~. "eu
Well, Abe, the sheriff repl., - on /
bud kick; know what human natL. i
lese hills is, an 80 thes axed some er
lie boys to come along. They or right O
own thar in the holer They hain't got o,
, mo- idea what come fern the man in S
q moon; yet they make mighty peart le
,sse. Tooby shore, great big man like
N amt afeared fer TO face little bit er
W. 4,
Abe Higbtower hesitated moment, and
INT into the house. In a few minutes he =,
'ued forth and went out to the gate n
lere the sheriff was. The faces Or the
o men were a study. Neither betrayed =.
Y emotion nor alluded TO the warrant.
,e sheriff asked after the crap, and Abe
ID him il was "midlin' peit, and asked l..
m TO go into the house aud make him.
4 at home until the horse could be sad "a
ID. After while the two rode away.
zoe during the ride Abe said: Cl
I'm mighty glad II want that TELLER 10
at run agi'n you last fall, Dave. n1
Why? asked the sheriff IN
Bekaze Id a plugged him, certain an m,
,re said Abe. ta,
Well, SAID the sheriff, laughing, wuz
'isbin' might hard thes about that time be
It the tother feller had got lected. nj