The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1891-10-31
tlE ATE LIE HASH.
A West Tennesseean PersuadeS "a Dude
drummer to Eat supper

Speaking of hash, said the drum
mer, helping himself beautifully and
hitching his napkin above his ample
vest, reminds me of an incident saw
IN West Tennessee. have made good
many trips IN those parts and always
have some rich experiences.
The first time went to N, the
train slowed up at the station Just
about dark, and was hungry as a
hunter | looked out obviously on the
two or three dim lights twinkling
among the trees on either side the
track.
Looks like a po' shoin fur nun
CRY man out there, said the porter, as
handed him his quarter.
That's what, said |, as | stepped
down and tie train pulled out
Hotel, bossg said voice on the
platform beside me.
Yes, Stree / answered as a negro
boy held out his hand for my grip. i
want a good 'un, and | want it quick.
Yes. sir, jess dis way, sir, said the
negro
II stumbled on after the boy, stump
ing my toes over every root and stump
IN the road, and finally came to lit
tie, new, whitewashed house inside a
yard, whose gateway was empty.
One gen Imam, said the negro to
the man who came out on the little
porch as we stepped up.
Hungry said the man pivino a
jerk to his suspenders and iammino
his hands in his breeches pockets.
AS the mischief / answered.
oil
yer'll strike the dinin' room.
Supper was on the table and smok-
ing hot. think ate about a quart
of hash and peck of biscuits. The
Old man eyed me pretty closely. He
was a good eater, but ! phased him.
lie got through, leant his coatless ell 1
bows upon the table and watched me
Plague take the drummer, he said
after awhile, i b'lieve he'll eat up all
the butter. Joe, move the plate.
Il calmly helped myself to the last
quarter OF a pound of butter and
showed the empty plate across to the
negro. who was both porter
and waiter.
After that visit the old fellow and |
were side partners. With little sub I
stantial urging used to induce him to
Kill game for me. He was a famous
hunter, and told me wonderful tales
about his exploits with ole meat-in- 4
the-pot, as he called his gun. which I
hung upon two pegs over the fireplace
IN the dining room.
AS | got off the train one NIGHT a
fellow got out of another Coach
ana came up to me on the platform,
lie was little bit of a fellow, diked
out IN tweed suit, wearing crush
hat and a pair of eyeglasses, and car
rying a brand new grip / sized his
pile at once. He was dude, a green
horn drummer on his first trip out.
Say, can you tell man where TO
lind q hotel in this God forsaken
placer he said.
" just keep your eye on me and
follow our nose, answered.
The old man was expecting me
and had stewed squirrel ready for
my supper The dude watched me as
helped myself to some.
Paid extry fer it, said the old
man, eying him. Hep yersef ter
he hash that's public property.
Thanks, awfully, said the dude;
but | never eat hash away from home
One wants to know the prehistoric ex
stence of hash, he added, with a
augh.
Don't eat hash, chg said the old
nan, strengthening himself up.
Not much said the dude. / sun
'ose you've heard that you can take a
lorse, to water, but you cannot make
him drink
:" Don't eat hash? Gimme ole meat
n-the-pot. Joe, an Wen flavor the
lash to his taste.
The Fellow turned white around
he, gills as the old man took the gun
nd cooked it,
He looked at me helplesslv. but I
My helped myself to tile last morsel
! squirrel and said nothing.
Hep yerse'f to the hash, stranger
and the old man, pushing the dish
cross the table with the rifle
"Nuf said he ate hash ~ hiladel
hia Times.