Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-10-03
A KENTUCKY PICNIC.
Nothing but n Brass Band aud q Lyachinx
Would Bring . Colonel" TO Town.

From the Philadelphia Press
was riding along the dusky road leading
south from Manchester. Nv. and had left tina,
town some three miles in my rear. when
struck the house Of a backwoodsmau, built on
the edge OF deep forest
The house, which stood little hack from the
road, surrounded by about half an acre Of land.
was built of rough hcwn logs. 1t contained bat
one room proper; but just where the peak be-
gan ceiling OF some cast of boards had been
put mp, thus making q sort of lof, or second
story, which was reached by means OF n ladder
constructed OF fence rails.
Into this honse in some wav. was crowded
the ''ccloners' family. consisting OF himself
has wife and six children, ranging in age from
three 10 thirteen; the latter scampered away I'M
different dircctions as I drove up
opened the conversation by asking for a
drink of water.
''sutinly. sub" replied the head Of the fam
lily, who lay stretched out on a bench at the
door: Sarah, bring dipper o; watsh fer the
gentlman."
While WIS drinking the water the Ken
tuckian surveyed re lazily from head 20 foot
Finally. after few minutes silence, ne ssked:
"Bn'to town!''
yes, replied.
'Anythin' dom up thar ir particular" he
inquired, without raising from his reclining
position"
We'll. yes." I answered. things are quite
lively up there this morning"
BE thar? VIVA a-coin' onY'
lhey arc holding an election. 1 believe"
Huh! he exclaimed. That all reckon Bill
McQueeryu be 'lccseu agin. Hain had no
opposition sense the wah. Nuthin' else doin'T'
We'll. said, summing up the leading events
IN my mind, there Is TO be a sale on Judson's
place this morning."
'Nuther sale? That's the fifth sense the fust
OF the yeah Don't guess thar eny use goin'
whar am"
Il am afraid there will be trouble between
Sam Hcggars and Col. Clayton" said. trying
to iind something that would interest my host
little. Clayton called Huggars a whisky
tunnel this morning and Hugga-s is hunting
sight
imp Let EN- shoot. Tn best whar am"
''oh. yes! Your representative, Samuel
foarer, is going to deliver address this after
noon at the court house"
'Mhut! Sam Eoarer? Is he agoin' ter blow
nginr Settles il, Now do stay JUS; whar
am. Ne an Sam can't hit it, He talks too
can't take drink of whisky 'thout water"
meeting"
"A whut. mister?' he shouted. sprinrins
from the bench aud gazing earnestly into my
face; "Whut did you say they was goin' TO
"A banda brass band"
"oh. Lordy" shouted the Kentuckian, IAN
won be thar TO hear it,
On, yes! BY the way,' said 'do you re-
member Pete Dascher. the horse thief?"
DO 1 remember Pete Dascher, Wall. mis-
ter. he TUX two Of the best HOSES in the state
70 remember me-"
well; replied. they've got him. heard
some whispering Of a lynching as 1 came
away"
Great Clay" shouted the now Thoroughly
excited backwooGsman. "A brass band an a
morse thief lynchin' in one day. You be int
foolin' subj
"Oh. no.
settles 1t! Reckon I'll live TO stand Sam
Eoarer BLOWN for the sake of the music an
the lynehin'-Sarah. tog the younguns an
yourself up an bring my meetin' coat an hat
We be a-goin' ter town, er bust"
As drove off he shouted: Thanks, mister,
fer year"