The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-07-19
HE NEVER SAW AW0MAN
THE QUEER EXPERIENCE or A
YoUNG CARoLINA MOUNTAINEER.
A Revelation at Last-In the Coils of the
Serpent-0rchids Are the --latest Eng
lish Craze-Belva L~ockwOod's Law
Practice.
From the Washington Post.

From the Washington Post.
One who has not lived there car
never appreciate the picturesque ano
peculiar lives of the North Carolina
mountaineers. The railroads, the
war, the incursions of revenue officials
have tended largely to obliterate these
racy and racial peculiarities, but you
want to get Senator Zeb Vance OF
Major Hugh Waddell to describe the
m%ountaincers of the SOS and earlier.
A well known Washington merchant
tells the following story on himself
He was born clear up in the noun
tains near the Tennessee line. His
mother died when he was two months
old, and his father and GRANDMOTHER
raised" him by hand in their lonely
cabin on a mountain clearing, miles
from the nearest neighbor. He was
clad in a single flowing garment on
the Mother Hubbard style, made OF
homespun towcloth, which was
heightened as years added length
to his limbs.
He never saw a girl until he was six
teen. That year a terrible drought
struck in and his father had to go ten
smiles down the ''cove" to get his corn
ground. So he yoked up the steers
and threw several bags of corn in the
bottom of the cart. The boy, in his
peculiar garment, climbed in and sat on
the bags. He was going to a new and
far-off country, and every sight was a
wonder. Arriving at the mill he
.x.o4aI,aI -u.4l ..,,rso,1o intaracf tho anFn
making it's way from the hopper into
the heart of the stone and then squirt
out in warm white jets into the trough.
He went outside and saw the water
pour over and turn the huge overshot
wheel and peered with a sensation OF
fear into the dark, messy cavern into
which the wheel was forever re-
treating.
On a rising at a little distance he
spied a log cabin, and shortly wan
dered over through the brush in its
direction. A rail fence stopped his
progress a couple of rods from the
doorway and he leaned over and
looked. There, sitting outside the
door on a bench, were two girls. One
was spinning wool and the other knit
ting. They were the most beautiful
things he had ever seen, and he nearly
died right there. They saw him and
burst out laughing at his remarkable
appearance. He didn't know what to
do, but thought it was probably the
proper thing to stare at them and
laugh back, which he did with inter
est. This mutual entertainment kept
up for some ten minutes, when one of
the girls laughed SO hard she rolled off
the bench. He thought that was
queer, but just then he felt something
cold on his legs.
He turned around. AS he did so
both girls shrieked with laughter and
ran into the house. He found that the
cold thing on his legs was the muzzle
of a bull calf that was chewing away
vigorously on what was left of the
rear of his dress, which had been
shockingly mutilated by the animal
during the few minutes he was star
ing at the girls.
He has seen more girls since and
bears their smiles with greater equan-
unity. Heis also one of the best dressed
men in Washington, but that expert
ence with the bull calf and the girls
will never be effaced from his menu
DRY.