The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1891-10-30
Ne ATE TAE HASH.
4 West Tennesscean Persuades O Dude
Drummer to Eat sapper

Speaking Of hash, said the drum
mer, helping himself bountifully and
hitching his napkin above his ample
vest, reminds me Of an incident saw
in West Tennessee lhavesDade a 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
hunter. looked out dubiously on the
two or three dim lights twinkling
among the trees on either side the
track.
Looks Ikea po' shoin' fur nun
CRY man out there, said the porter, as
| handed him his quarter.
That's what, said |, as stepped
down and the train pulled out,
Hotel, bossg said voice on the
platform beside me.
Yes, Stree. answered as negro
boy held out his hand for my grip. 4
want 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,
"tOne gen'lman, said the negro to
the man who came out on the little
porch as we stepped up
Hungry said the man giving a
Jerk to his suspenders and jamming
his hands in his breeclies pockets.
As the Mischief answered.
Well, Jess keep er walkin' an
yer'll strike the dinin room.'
Supper was on the table and smok-
ing hot, | think ] ate about quart
Of hash and a peck Of buscuits- The
old man eyed me pretty closely. He
was good eater but phased him.
He got through, leant his coatless ell
bows upon the table and watched me.
Plague take the drummer, be said
after awhile, i b'lieve he'll eat up all
the butter. Joe, move the plate.
Il calmly helped myself 10 the last
quarter Of a pound Of butter and
showed the empty plate across to the
grinning negro, who was both porter
and waiter.
After that visit the old fellow and /
were side partners. With little sub
stantial urging used to induce him to
kill game for me. He was a famous
hunter, and told me wonderful tales
I about his exploits with ole meat-in-
4 the-pot, as he called his gun, which
hung upon two pegs over the fireplace
4 in the dining room.
| "As / got of the train one night a
| youngfellow got out OF another coach
and came up TO me on the platform,
He was little bit OF a fellow, diked
out in tweed suit, wearing a crush
hat and a pair Of eyeglasses, and car
rying brand new grip. ! sized his
pile at once. He was dude, a green
horn drummer, on his first trip out.
Say, can you tell a man where To
find hotel in this God forsaken
placeg 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 yerse'f tel
the hash; that's public property.
4 Thanks, awfully, said the dude
but | never eat hash away from home.
! One wants to know the prehistoric ex
istenee Of hash, he added, with 8
laugh.
",Dont eat hash, ehF said the ole
man, Strengthening himself up.
Not much. said the dude. i sup
pose you've heard that you can take {
horse TO water. but you cannot make
him drink.
I Don't eat hash2 Gimme ole meat
! in-the-pot, Joe, an we'll flavor th,
hash to his taste
! The fellow turned white aroun(
the gills as the old man took the guI
and cooked it.
+ He looked at me helplessly, but
only helped myself 10 the last morse
OF squirrel aud said nothing,
:" Hep yerse'f to the hash, stranger,
said the old man, pushing the disl
across tin table with the rifle.
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