Connecticut western news., 1891-06-24
MIGRATE WITH HORNS.

was travelling among the mountains of east Tennessee, and one day about noon was casting about for place where I might get something to eat when my eye was attracted by number of horses that were tied near a ruinous old log house.
 Curiosity and a hope that I might be on the trail of something to eat drew me to the house. Upon entering the door, way found a justice of the peace hold ing court. It was criminal case, and l discovered the prisoner to be long, lank fellow, with bony face and complex ion that proclaimed the clay eater. I fancied that having killed some one he was now on trial to determine whether or not he should be sent before the grand jury as a sort of sarcastic prelim- mary to being hanged, and had begun to pity his probable wife and presuma- ble children when the judge said: "This here court, bein' sorter tired, will now take recess fur halfer hour. The court has sot here an chewed new tobacker till the hide is about all took offen the inside of his mouth, an I wanter say that if anybody has got any tobacker that is a little milder in it's parts, pass chew of it right up to the court"
 The prisoner took out twist of to- bacco and handed it to the judge, where upon the jurist remarked: "This court thanks you, Jeems, but at the same time reminds you that the law of this great land ain't to be bought for mess of pot tage nor chaw of tobacker. How's yo crap, Jeems?'
 'Sorter wallerin' with the crab grass an rasslin' with the rag weed. Iwoulder had it all right, but this here trouble come on me. When a man is bowed down in the speret he ain't thinkin' of craps. He is a-thinkn' of the shame that mout fall on him an take all the color outen his reputation"
 "Yes, that's fact, Jeems.'
 "What is all this about?' I asked, turning to long haired fellow that sat near where I stood.
 'sWal. he answered, leaning over and turning loose squirt of tobacco extract that might have singed cat, "Jeems Timberly he shot a sheep an I reckon he's in fur it."
 
 they?"
 "No, wus'n that. They'll hit him about fifty lashes with hickory an then make him work a country road some day when thar's hoss show in the neighborhood."
 At this juncture the judge pounded on the table. Come to order now. The court is about to put on the solemn gyar- ment of the law of this here free am mighty land, an if any man so fur fur gifts himself as to interrupt the proceed in's he'll fall under the witherin' dis pleasure of yourn truly. Now, let's git at this business, fur this court has other affairs on hand. This court must go some time this evenin' an reprimand a man that pizened his dog. Jeems, as l said at the outset of this trial, I never was more shocked in my life. Fur many years we have know'd you to be reason ably honest, with generally putty good dab of meat in yo' smoke house, an we kain't see why you should have killed the Widder Dalton's sheep" 'Yes," spoke up the widow, who for the first time I noticed was present, sit ting in corner, "an' a finer ram never blew his breath on bunch of pennyrile. But here comes Jeems an shoots him, an that, too, when he's got more meat
 than I have, an he knows that I've got three son-in-laws to feed" "Jedge," said Jeems, eff you will jest let me have mint will fling good deal of light on this here subject. I don't deny killin' of the sheep"- "Well, then, Jeems, you neenter say no more. You've stated the very fact that we air tryin' to git at, an thar ain't no use in foolin' along here no longer. The court lows that it will halter sen- tence you, Jeer1s."
 "Not without givin' me a hearin', l hope"
 "I don't see what good hearin' will do you when you have made that con- fession."
 Wall, jest listen to my talk, an then mebby you'll see. don't want to take up yo' time, so that you kain't meet the feller that pizened yo' dog, but do in- sist on havin' hearing" "Wall, then, go ahead, but cut her short"
 "Jeems" got up, reached back his long
 hair and thus addressed the assembly:
 "One cold winter night, when the snow come down faster than you ever seen chaH come outen a wheat fan, heard 8
 bleatin noise, an goin' to the door I | thought the sound come from the valley not fur from my house. I told my wife
 that had to go down in the valley, be- | cause I heard a lamb callin' for help,
 and let me say right here that I may be
 bad in good many things, but no lamb | ever called to me in vain. I thought of Simon Peter that was told to feed the l Lords sheep-thought of it as I stood thar in the door with the snow a-drivin'
 past me into the house. My wife said | that better not go out in sich a night, specially as I want feelin' very well;
 but I lowed that couldn't sleep with
 the pitiful cry of that lamb a-ringin' in
 my ears; so took my lantern an went | down into the valley. The snow was
 whirlin' so fast that could hardly see
 whar I was goin', but at last comin'
 nearer an nearer to the bleatin l found
 little lamb with his head stickin' out of
 snowdrift.
 ''I took him out; his legs were frozen
 an warmed him by the fire, got bottle
 of milk and fixed it so he could suck.
 built up a good fire so he wouldn't get
 cold durin' the night, an every time he
 would bleat would git up an fix his bottle. The weather staid cold for 6