Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-02-04
SHE GOT THAR.
How the New Railroad Struck the
Granger I'm EAST Tennessee.

Opie p Read, in Arkansaw Traveller.
fScene, station on new railroad in East Tennes-
see. Sid Mayo, Luke Brizentine, old Uncle John
Fulgum, and Ben Horn are sitting on log, waiting
for their first glimpse Of q railroad train. The
station agent, with an air OF great importance,
approached
Sid Mayo addressing agent)-How long, you
reckon, TO that thingn git here?
Agent Cooking at his watch)-In few minutes.
All you've got to do is to be patient. You have
waited q good while, 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 low that the feller
that's waited long has iarned ter walt allus.
Boys, tell you whut's q fack, don't b'l'eve the
blame thing ken git here nOhow."
Ben Horn-But you must rickoleck, Uncle John,
Fulgum-I know all about that, but natur tells
me that lessen she's got horses htched ter her she
KANT git over the hill Steam's all right in its
time a-iftin' iron contrapshun over a mountain.
know that I've got eZ good O yoke NV steers ez
the I next man; an know It pushed EN- nightly
Luxe Brizentine-Yas, but Uncle Fulgum, they
didn't have Yankee drivin' em. They say a
Yankee has got holt Nv that ingine.
Fulgum-Yas, an old natur's got holt NV that
hill. Gentlemen, like ter hear folks talk sense,
but don't courage nobody in talking nonsense.
Whut do you think NV 1t, Sid?
Sid Mayo-Waal, boys, amt much NV a hand at
'skussOn, but 1t pears ter me that inQine will
have ter be putty brash ter git up that slant.
thar.
Ben Horn-Gentlemen, you pear ter fergit that
the lnglne Is goin' ter run on iron an not on the
,Fugum--Now, Bonnie, do try ter talk like sensi-
Die man. II don't make no difYunce whuther 1t
up that. oh, have hearn tell NV ali these curi's
things, but heartn tell Nv q thing don't make 1t
true. You all rickolleck that 1t wuz norated all
over the country that ole Nick had broke loose
down In the Boyle settlement. Some NV the
preachers lowed that the ole man had come sho
nun, an the wimin wuz a-prayin' an begin
tne LORD not ter let the ole man tote 'em off.
Alrtef while some smart men went down
thar an ,vestigated an they came back with a
Wnoop they dld, an lowed the old Teller wuz thar.
Then the folks drapped on their knees an worried
an prayed an little ch1lun cried an howled, but
putty soon some Teller that everybody ulster laugh
at foun that ole Nick airer all want nuthin' but
crazy Niger. SO now, boys, it don't make NO
dinunce who has seed these here steam kyars an
IL don't make no dinunce how much PREPARATION
lney make fur EN-, amt goin' ter bPeve 1t till
Ben Horn-Thars allus time enough ter be slow
IN DPeviP NV SIGH matters, kin tell you, an. !
dOnC know but Uncle Fulgum is about right.
whose boss Is that StOmpin' 'roun' down yander?
Fuigum-lts my ole mar. Jes' let her alone,
Iur she amt goin' ter leave me. Let her nibble
arOuh an git all she ken. Speakin' about them
kyarS, wy, gentlemen, our daddies wuz ez smart
ez these here young chaps Is to-day, an our dad
he could outlook an Out-rassle any man in the
county. Say, mister 80 station agent), whicher
way?
.Agent-Just going to take down that flag for as
tnereS no one here to get on, ana as there Is a
considerable Of grade beyond here there is no
al ihe STOPPING a. this
Fulgum-Yas, an you'll hear her holler fore she
gifts up that mountain.
Ben HOrn-Let alone putin an BLOWN.
Sld Mayo-An Scratchtn' Nv gravel like q
skeered WOLF
Luke BrZentine-An' fallin' back like a lame
steer; but SpoZen she do git here, Uncle Fulgum?
Fulgum-Oh, spOZen the wOrl' comes ter a eend
an.l1sSen, boys! What on 'arth is that a comm
yanderf
The men spring to their feet. The train rushes
In sight. Terrific blowing or whistle. Fulgum's
old mare gallOps on the track)
Fulgum I'm wild eXcitement)-HO thar, Kit
Ole Satan IS airter-ho, thar
(Ihe engine knocks the Old mare OF the track,
and, with Shrek, PUSHES on. The men, after re-
covering from their fright, gather about the old
mare)
Fulgum-Gentlemen, hep me turn her over.
Dlnyed ef she amt dead! WuSh Id had my
gun I'd a shOt the kyar through an through.
An Is this the thing that the Yankees fetches
doWn here ter destroy a mans prOspecks with? Ell
-, 10n,t sue the government I'm 'possum. Boys,
I'll be blamed er she didn't come!