The Portland daily press., 1888-09-14
a MoonshIner Who Aimed to be a
Square Chap.

ATLANTA Letter to st. Louis Globe-D Democratl
1t Is as natural for a mountain man TO
make a little whiskey on the sly as 1t is for a
young duck to take to water. And yet they
realize that they have violated the law when
they make liquor In this way. and are always
half expecting, and never surprised, to see a
deputy marshal armed with warrant fol-
their arrest.
When the Air Line Belle rolled into the
depot this morning, Deput Marshal McDon-
aid allghted therefrom, accompanied by a
little black-eyed man. The man was a pris-
oner, having been arrested for Illicit distill :
ing. he was not handcutfed, as one would
naturally expect to see prisoner, but walked
about the depot with as little concern as any
other passenger, seeming to enjoy the busy
sights going on about him.
The prisoner, Deborah Young by name. Ia
about 50 years old. and was born and raised
on the banks Of the Tugalo River, near Tue
Goa, in Habersham County, Ga.
Last year, as crops were not good, Deborah
concluded to make a little corn whiskey on the
as spies for the Government, recently heard
OF this, and reported the matter to the
authorities.
A warrant was taken out charging Deborah
Young with Illicit distilling. and placed In
the hands Of Deputy Marshal Mcdonald.
Deborah was arrested Thursday afternoon
about 3 o'clock. He was working at plan
ing mill ON the TugalO River, together with
fifteen or twenty other hands, when the dep
uty made his appearance:
Joe Whitehead, relative OF Deborah
Young's, was standing near the mill holding
an old gray mare by the bride as Mcdonald
came in sight.
Mr.. Mcdonald is known far and wide
among the mountains as Mac, and but last
week he brought Joe Whitehead into ATTAIN
ia for Illicit distilling. but released him on
bond.
out Whitehead.
Been here two or three days." replied
Mac, as ne walked alongside Of Joe White
head and asked which one of the men was
Deborah Young. Young was pointed out to
the deputy, and as he walked into the mill
every one Of the workmen who had heard
McDonald's name called out felt his heart
thump with excitement, as no one as yet
knew who was to be arrested.
As the deputy walked up to Deborah, there
was an intense feeling Of relief among the
| otner workmen, and muttering in a breath,
The 1lgs up with Deb" they watched him
| I've got a warrant for you, Young" said
Mac, when the outside was reached.
"All right: I'm ready. heeard you wu;
a-comin', and been a-lookin' fur you"
| Now If you will treat me square," saiC
the officer, I'm do the same by you"
Hits whack, pardner; an when
mountain man sez that you kin bet you kir
| count on him."
| Have you got anything you would like Il
attend to before you leave?"
Well. yes, pard. I'D lax to tell the ol,
oman and the chillnn goodbye fore co.
My house is bout three miles up the Tugalo. ,
"All right" said the officer. 'you can do sC
| the train"
.''PIl do it. pardner." And Deborah start
| ed off in the direction Of his home.
| Here, Deb, take the ole mare an ride he
over. an I'll walk long back ter Toccoe,
| with Mac, said Joe Whitehead.
Deb mounted the old gray mare and start
ed on for home, while his friend and the
deputy took an oblique direction to tramp i
to Toccoa, six miles distant. They arrived
l at Toccoa at 5 o'clock, and half hour latel
Deb galloped up on his old gray mare, hay.
| ing bid his wife and children good-by, and
| prepared, II need be, Tor an indefinite stay in
He spent his time until the hour for board.
| Ing the train In talking to some old friend:
| lanta.
He said to q gentleman in response to the
| question: You do not deny making the Ii
| quorp'
| mo, sir, l made HIT"
You fellows must feel pretty skittisf
when you are making blockade whiskey
| don't you?"
"You're right, stranger. We locates IN,
still in some hole er mother in the hills an
whenever she's aiah we feels sorter like pull
| lin triggers"
why didn't you run away yesterday
when you were on the horseY" Deborah
cast quick glance at the inquisitiye stran,
| ger and said:
stranger, the deputy's a square chap. III.
| treated me like white man, and / done hin
the same. A mountain man knows he's ii
bill fur to be rested when he makes liquor
an he knows the deputy's gwine ter 'res
him when he fines 1t out. He haint got M
hard teelin' gin the duputy, but Lordy how
he hates the spies. Eff the dputy treats us
| square he need nuvvur git skeered bout u:
hit.
"You kin jess say" said Deborah as he
took leave OF the stranger. that we Georgia
mounting fellows Is down on your proba-
shun law: Eff we make or little liquor now
an then It means one or two months in
jail. Ef thar's proboshun an we try to sell
drink Of liquour 1t means.a 500 fine or ~
months Of hard workin'. But so long.
stranger. must be gwine," and the dep1.
ty and his prisoner, who had very exalted
idea Of mountain honor, hurried off to break
fast =