The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1888-05-31

sarved none. The sergeant NV ther party
he sorter grinned at me, an says:
'ParSon Sandy, we know you an we
wanter tell you that it's all up with you. ,
We'll, you mout,' says he. Dave,
fetch that rope often my saddle.
''The feller fOtch ther rope and don It
think l ever seed uglier-lookin' string
in my life. Gentlemen says l, thar
amt no us'n AKIN mussy frum you,
reckon. but tell you whut wush you ID
do. l wush you'd take me over yonder
whar my wife an daughter lives-'bOut a
mile frum here, an let me look at 'em
agin. You won't hear no squealin, Ken
tell you that fur my folks is ek merry ez
this here gineration hez turned out
"'Yol kant lead US inter no sorter O.
trap, the sargeant lowed, an you neen-
ter try. Hold up yo' head an take this
here hemp medicine
Gentlemen, says /, nearly ever fel-
Ter in this here community is ergin me,
an don't see how l ken lead you in er
trap. Eff had been in sch )mman' O.
traps | would er slep' at my home las ,
night stead O. layin' out here. amt er
good man, ken tell you that, an have
did things that Christun would sorter
shake his head at, but don't wanter lead
yOu III AiO eIaps jCoe WdutCl sec lily
folks one mo time an then [ III 60 out all
hol' up my head un'er er tree. You
won't hear no bellerin j, ken tell yol
that. My wife won't beg an my daugh-
ter won't They'll gin you some pies an
sweet bread, low, an tel me gcod-by
an that will be ther eend O. it. Don't
think, gentlemen, that Pm begging fur
my life, but jest fer a chance ter take che
mo- sauint at them folks
"I don't see no harm in lettin' you
10 k at yO' folks ergin, said the Sargeant.
4 don't believe that you could lead us in
Il trap eff yer wanted ter. fur we've beat
about tie bush here till yo' sorter fellers
is pretty skace. Fetch him along, boys.
'Wall. they tuck me h me. an when
we went into the house Moll-that's my
Wife-she wus er bak kn' some pies on the
Il 'ath. She looked up an says. says she:
Sandy, see they've got you. 1t do peere
like bad luck comes in er bunch. Last
night ther owls tuck off the Domnecker
hen an now the Yankees have cotch you.
1t do peer like we never will git straight
no mo. Thar's Zelda'-meanin' my
daughter-'tore her coat when she got over
the nee this mOrnin' an thar amt
enough home 'ade stuff On ther place ter
fix her up again. Sandy, they air goin'
ter hang you, | reckon.
"'Yas, lowed.
"Wall, that's what lowed, too, an
wall, fur, pity sake, eff my pies ain It most
bodatiously burned up
''Then the sergeant after sorter sniker-
in at my wife-an' he neenter done that
fur thar amt smarter vomon round
here nowhars-turned to me an said;
+" Have you finished all yo' arthly
'rangements? Pm sorter pushed fur
time an KANT negleck my duty in talkin'
'erbout family erfairs, however pleasant
that mout be; SO keep yo' promise now
an come on out here an take .yo medi-
cine.
'''Yas, Sandy, said my wife, 'ef you've
got ter take it go an swaller it down, Eut
I'll declar' ter goodness I'm might 'ly
pestered erb1ut them pies bein' burned.
I'm Altered I'm sorter losin' my mind.
Sandy, 1 reckon I'd better crap that bot
tom field on sheers if ken git anybody to
do ther sluar' thing by me-.