The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1890-03-06

= Speaking ot bash. sal the drummer
helping himself boun,iially aud hitohin.
his napkin above bis ample ves,. remind
me Of an Incident | saw in West Tennssses
have made good many trips IN lhos,
! parts and always have some rich erper.
iences
Tue first time went to ~. the train
slowed mp at the station just about dark
aud was hungry as hunter. looked
out don biously on the two or three din
lights tw mixing among the trees on eiih'r
sile Of the track
Looks Ikea po' shoin' iut a hnngry
man on, there, said the porter, as ! hand,
ed bin bis quarter
That's what, said |, as stepped down
aud the train pulled out.
Hotel, bossS said voice ou the plat.
form beside ma,
Yes, Stree, answered as a negro boy
held out his hand for NV grip, want a
good uu' aud want 1t quick
Yes, sir, Jess dis way, sir, said the negro
boy.
| Stun bled on after the boy. stumpiDg
my toes over every stump aud root in the
road, and finally came to little. new,
whitewas bed house insiae yard, whose
gateway was empty,
One gen 'leman, sail the negro to the
man who came ont on the little porch as
we stepped up.
Hungry ? said the msn giving jerk to
his suspenders and iammiOg his hands in
his breeches pockets.
As the mischief answered.
Well, Jess keep er walkin' an you'll
strike the dnin' room.
Supper was on the table aud smoking
hot. think ! ate about quart OF bash
aud a peck OF biseuits The old man
eyed me pretty closely. He was a good
eater, but ! phased him He got through
leant his coatlrss elbows upon the table
and wat C he'd me.
Plague take the drummer. he said
after awhile, | b'lieve he'll eat up all the
butter Joe, move the plate.
| calmly helped myself to the last quar-
ter Of a pound of butter and showing the
empty plate across to the gr.nRing negro,
who was both porter aud waiter
After that visit the old fellow aud | were
siie partners, With a little substantial
urging used to induce him TO kill game
for me. lie was famous huuter, and |
told me wonderful tales about his exploits
with ole mea,.in-th pot as he called his
gun, which hung on two pegs over the fire
place in the dining room.
As lgot of the train one night young
fellow got ont of another coach and came
up to me on the platform. He was a little
bit OF a fellow, decked ont 10 tweed suit,
wearing a crush hat and a pair OF eye.
glasses, and carrying bran new grip.
sized bis pile at once, He was dude,
greenhorn drummer, on his first trip out
Say, can you tell man where to find a
hotel in this God forsaken placer be said
Just keep your eye ou me and follow
-FOUR nose, | answered,
The old man was expecting me, and had
stewed squirrel ready for my supper
The dude watched me as | helped myself
o some.
Paid extra for it, said the old man, eye.
ng him Hep verse ter the hash; that's
,ubli, property.
Thanks, awfully, said the dude; bnt | ,
lever eat hash away from home One |
wants 10 know the prehistoric existence OF
lash, he answered. with a laugh.
Don't eat hash, eh2 said the old man
Frightening himself up.
Not much, said the dude suppose '
ou We heard that you can take horse to /
Vster, bnt you cannot make him drink /
Don't eat hash? Gimme ole meat. in q
he pot, Joe, an we'll flavor the hash to /
lis taste. !
The fellow turned white around the gill; I
s the old man took the gun and cooked b
He looked at me helplessly; but only il
elped myself 10 the last morsel of squir. b
81 and said nothing.
Hep yersel ter the hash, stranger, said b
be old m an, pushing the dish across the h
able with the rife
Nuf said: he ate hash .