Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-14

IL HuS LOUueU yOT huhGuL
an he dug under the rock an found heap
O. bones an sich; an he lowed hit war an
Injun-somethin' er nuther, he called hit a
place whar they sackerfced to ther gods, he
lowed"
A KUKLUx STORY.
"A long pause, and then: 81 reckon he
thought hisse'f smart fer knowin' so muchl
But know a heap morel An know #
I'd staid on that thar rock 'stid O. movin'
off I'd ben jest genteelly burnt up aliyei
1 mus tell ye bout my time 18th the Iu-
klux," said my hest this evening. "'t ort
t make purity good story for you t. write
fer the papers.
"'Twuz long ayfter the war, whilst times
wuz powerful unsettled, t gang nv the
wust men in the country hereabouts organ
ized themselves up ez kuklux, an sarved
notice on most NV the decent respectable
men an farmers to leave the country. by
pinnin' little papers, weth skulls an cross
bones an sich on 'em, onto th'er doors. 1
hadn't got no little picter yit, but wuz
lookin' fer it any night, ez I'd heerd they
wuz after me partic'lar strong. So KEEP
a double-barI shotgun with II rife balls
in each bar, and good six-shootin' pistol
loaded up in my bedroom all the time, SOS
to give 'em perlite welcome when they
come. had nice little new hatchet up in
the rack, too, an I lowed, if firearms gin
out, t chop spell!
TOOK HIS SHOOTING IRONS.
"One day Zack Wiley rid up an hollered
out to me, Cousin Ike, loan me yer pistol;
want to 60 over into Yancey to make a
rest, an both mines loaned out'-he was
She if then, Zack was. L told i'm I didn't
adzac'ly like to let none O. my firearms 20,
jest as things was; but he lowed nobody
wasn't goin' to poster me, so let him take
the pistol.
"Bout an hour by sun little Pete come a
Dustin in an says: 'Pappy, Iemme take
ther gun jest mint; thcy's rabbit SET
tim right over hyer In the nigh pastur, tat
ez er hog
"sBring it back sez I, am put it up in
the rack, jest like ye found it.
II heerd terrible roarin'-ekal to can
non-purty soon. an threckly in come Pete
q cryin' an some several teeth knocked out.
"Did you git ther rabbit, son?' sez I.
"'No, SEE Pete; the blamed oP gun
kicked tell it knocked me fiat O. my
back We all had big laugh at Pete fer
tryin t kill rabbit with gun loaded fer
kuklux, an that was the last we thought O.
the gun.
WHISKY AND BULLETS.
"We'd ben in bed some little time when I
heerd the dogs bust out at semethin.' I
walked out on the piazza an couldn't see
ner hear nothin', but hadn't no more'n
got back to bed n the dogs charged out
agin. I went out agin, an I says 'Lor',
here they come sure enoughP Fer I seed
some un t'arin' up f'om the creek, an lore
YOU could think, a feller in long waller
coat, nigh about to his heels, some ouare
kind O. hat on lis head, an shiny saddle
bags, jumped over the bars out here side O.
the house lot, an jumped his horse over
ayfter i'm. The dogs r'ared out on i'm
agin, 'an he pulled out pistol an let in t.
firm at 'em. or Watch broke an run
roun' the house, an hid hisse'f, but Tige
stood fire like soldier, jest inside the yard
gate, with all his teeth a-showin'.
81 got back inside the door an helt it Jest
SOS c'u'd see out. Look a herep What
d. you want, says I.
"'You come out an I'll give you dose
too says he. Jest then he fired another
shot at Tige, an Std O. hittin' NV him, it
went over into passel O. geese at some O.
the chil'en d let in the yard in the evenin'.
1t hit OF gaynder, an what weth his
fappin' aroun' squalIin', Tige growlin' an
barkin', the teller whoopin' an shoetin',
an all the chil'en cryin' inside. we had
the most terrible interruption here fer
a spell ye ever heerd.
'iWhen he made that remark about giyin'
me dose, too he turned an fired to's the
door, an clapped my ham up fer my gun,
'lowin' to let i'm have the hull Nv both
bar'ls.
"Nary gnnI So grabbed fer the pistol.
'Twarent there; nothin' but the little
hatchetl We'll, they've got me this time,
says I, shore
"'Who air your hollered.
"tJohn w. Pettigrew,' says he, a bawlin'
it out like a sheriff callin' witnesses fom
the cotehouse door.
"sCome out here, Hollis. I 'aint got no
harm agin' you, an he blazed away agin'.
But lis pistol only snapped, an see 'twuz
all shot out
"'Come on out, Hollis he says, AN hol'
my mule for me. He's drunk an won't
let me git back on 'im-jest keeps turnin'
roun' like blamed OF pair O windin'
bladesp
"'Put up yer shootin' irons, says I, am
I'll come out an hep ye.'
"Shore 'nough 'twuz Pettigrew, t lived
up to'ds Tennessee on Roarin' creek. He'd
ben down in YaDcey to some convention er
mother, an wuz bilin' full O. whisky. I |
got i'm on the mule, got both his feet into
The stirrups, got his bottle an pistol both |
away 'thout him KNOWN NV it, an him |
started out all right fer Roarin' creek; an
hats the highest ever come to gittin q |
7isit fom the Kuklux."
ALICE MACGowAN.