The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-01-28
VOL. 12. NO. 10.
SHE CAME.

@ASF' ~~@ east Tennessee. Sid Mayo, Luke Brig entine, old Uncle John Fulgum and Ben Horn, are sitting on a log waiting for their first glimpse of a railroad train. The station agent, with an air of great importance, approaches
 Sid Mayo (addressing agenD-"How long, you reckon, 'fo' that thing'll git here?"
 Agent Cooking at his watch)-"In few minutes. All you've got to do is to be patient. You have waited good while, I know, but remember the old Chinese proverb that says, He who has waited long has learned to wait longer"
 John Fulgum-"But it don't Tow that the teller that's waited long has Earned ter wait allus. Boys, tell you whut's fack, I don't b'l'eve the blame thing ken git here nohow."
 Ben Horn-"But you must rickol- leck, Uncle John, that she's got steam"
 Fulgum-''I know all about that, but natur' tells me that lessen she's got hosses hitched ter her she kain't git over the hill. Steam's all right in it's place, gentlemen, but steam will have putty hard time a-liftin' iron contrapshun over mountain. 1 know that I've got ez good yoke uv steers ez the next man, an I know it pushed lem nightly ter pull empty wagin up that mountain"
 Luke Brizentine-Yas, but Uncle Fulgum, they didn't have a Yam kee drivin' lem. They say Yankee has got holt uv that ingine."
 Fulgum-"Yas, an ole natur's got holt uv that hill. Gentlemen, like ter hear folks talk sense, but don't courage nobody in talkin' nonsense. Whut do you think uv it, Sid?"
 Sid Mayo-"Wall, boys, l ain't much uv hand at 'skussion, but it pears ter me that ingine will have ter be putty brash ter git up that slant. have seen some mighty peart teams cave right thar"
 Ben Horn-"Gentlemen you pear ter furgit that the ingine is goin' ter run on iron an not on the dirt road"
 Fulgum-"Now, Bonnie, do try ter A1Il VA make no diffunce whuther it runs on iron or brass, hit jest nachully kain't git up thar Oh, I have hearn tell uv all these curi's things, but hearin' tell uv thing don't make it true. You all rickolleck that it wuz norated all over the country that ole Nick had broke loose down in the Boyle settlement. Some uv the preachers flowed that the ole man had come sho' huff, an the wimin wuz a-prayin' an beggin' the Lord not ter let the ole man tote 'em off. Airter while some smart men went down thar an 'vesti- gated san' they came back with a whoop, they did, an lowed the ole feller wuZ thar. Then the folks trapped on their knees ap worried an prayed an little chillun cried an howled, but putty soon some fool feller that everybody uster laugh at toun' that ole Nick airter all want nuthin' but crazy nigger. So now, boys, it don't make no diffunce who has seed these here steam kyars, am it don't make no diffunce how much priparation they make fur lem, ain't goin' ter b'l'eve it till 'vestergate."
 Ben Horn-"Thar's allus time enough ter be slow in b'revin' uv sich matters, kin tell you, an I don't know but Uncle Fulgum is about right. Whose hoss is that stompin' 'roun' down yander?"
 Fulgum-"It's my ole mar. Jes' let her alone, fur she ain't goin' ter leave me. Let her nibble aroun an git all she ken. Speakin' about them kyars, wy, gentlemen, our daddies wuz ez smart ez these here young chaps is to-day, am our daddies didn't make no ingines; am my daddy, wy, he could out-box am out-rassle any man in the county. Say, mister (to sta- tion agent), whicher way?"