Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-05-06
A HOT FIGHT.
Uncle Ned and the Yaller Jaekets-A Short
Sharp and Decisive Conflict.


Sharp and Decisive Conflict.
In Bath County, KY, by the banks of a
strong brook named Rose Run, which is a
poem and picture, stood, years ago, the
coy cabin home Of Uncle Ned Wells, who
was character in that region. Uncle Ned
had drawing voice which would have
made glad the heart of Mark Twain, and
he was genial humorist" who never
wrote line. He continually told funny
stories, however, and through these was
always presented in a most ridiculous light.
Uncle Ned carried the mail on horse
back from village near by to the mouth
Of Big Sandy, On the Ohio, a distance OF
ninety miles, twice week. To-day the
Chesapeake and Ohio railway carr1es ii
every day, over nearly the same ground in
few hours. Frequently l rode with Uncle
Ned, late of afternoons, from the school in
the village to my grandfather's place in
the country, Uncle Neds little patch OF
ground being slice of Of the farm on the
farther side from the village He would
take the Big Sandy maui home with him at
night and start on his journey over the
hills the next morning. On such occasions
Uncle Ned would delight my boyish under
standing with his amusing stories, and one
Il1ne ne tolQ me tDlS one.
1T wuz about the the time of the waugh
Of eighteen-twelve, an they wuz er beaten
up for volunteers to fight the British. Sol
jerin wuz all the Co. ! wuz q good, big
chunk of a boy, an l 'cluded to beat me up
a comp'ny. So airly one Sunday nornin'
bridled dads old sorrel blind mar, old Poll,
/ did, an started out to gether up the
neighbor boys. l soon got pooty fair
bunch On urn together an marched 'em
down to the water-gap, aorost the crick. Me
bein' captain, / formed um in sorter streak
er fight in front of q great big yaller-jack-
ets' nest tibet knowed wuE thar, en- also
knowed as how them ar yaller jackets wuz
spilin' fur fight. made the boys pull OIL
Their shirts, to show Their brav'ry, an tuck
of mine too. but tuck powerful good keer
to wrop blanlsit areun' me.
Then ! tole mer brother Ben-he was
mer leftendant-to run stick in the hole to
let the yaller-jackets know as how the mi
nv wer thar. Ben hadn't MORN done it,
tell about seventeen quarts er them
leetle yaller solgers came outen thar fcrti-
fications, with Their bagnets ready fur
waugh an Their uniforms lookin' shiney.
A bout third on UNI Lit on me, puther third
on old Poll, an the balance sorter scattered
themselves amongst the boys.
The battle was short, sharp at both ends
an pintedly incisive. The conp'ny Lit out
an scattered all over that country, an Poll
she struck OF throo the woods. an, bein'
stalk blind, she fell over pile Of logs an
th'ow'd me about fawty foot. I struck on
my head, an il stunned me so at didn't
git homo till aornin'; then l managed 70
crawl in, somehow er nuther, an i wuz
swelled about the head till looked for all
the world like q pizeued pup. When l got
thar, / sees dad out IN the passur with old
Poll, fur she WIZ thar. dunno how she got
thar. but thar she WIZ, an dad had her with
her head tied up TO the forks of saplin',
an wuz a drinchin' the old mar fur the
bolts. The bolts. you know, Is moust'ous
swellin' to a beast, an them ysler- Jackets
had stung old Pen fun yoCin 70 sain, tn
fun che eend to tother. After that dad
larnt whut the matter WIZ, and tOsds even
in he give ne sTeetnln' with er apple
sprout that never had 10 need OF maxim
memerandy or, fur hit wuz writ ID red
marks acrost my back tlll / looked good
deal like a sorter peraDbulstia' star
spangled banner. en- fun that tine on /
wouldn't a keered eff dad had volunteered
an got whooped by the British hoss II
ever, when dad died years after that il WIZ
fur month that the worP looked Ike after
supper at dinner tine. IL WIZ dark 10 ne
N the middle or the day, an ain. never
struck as good friend as dad WIZ sesce,
kase ny po' cd metAer died 10 KIN ricko-
lect- WILL VIssCHEA