Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1891-11-06

ABSOLUTELY Pure
A KENTUCKY PICNIC.
Nothing Hut l3rasa Sand and . Lynch
ing would Bring . "Colonsl" to Town.

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ing would Bring "colonsi" to Town.
l was riding along the dusky road
leading south from Manchester, KY,
and had left that town some three
miles in my rear, when l struck the
home Of backwoodsman, built on
the edge Of deep forest,
The house which stood q little back
from the road, surrounded by about
half an acre Of land. was built Of
rough hewn logs. 1t contained but
one room proper; but just where the
peak began ceiling OF some cast OF
boards had been put up, thus making
sort OF loft or second-stOry, which
was reached by meanso ladder con.
structed OF fence rails
Into this house, in some way, was
crowded the "colonel's" family, con.
sisting of himself, his wife, and six
children, ranging in age from 3 to 13;
the latter scampered away in different
directions as drove up.
l opened the conversation by asking
for drink OF water.
"Sutinly, suh," replied the head Of
the family, who lay stretched out on
| bench at the door. s'Sarah, bring
a dipper of watah fer the gent'lman." I"
While l was drinking the water the
kentuckian surveyed me lazily from
head to foot. Finally, after few
minutes silence, he asked:
''Bin'to town?'
eyes" replied.
"Anythin' doin' up thar in par.
ticular?" he inquired, without raising
from his reclining position.
''Well, yes," l answered, "things
are quite lively up there this morn.
ing"
''Be thar? Wha's a-goin' on?"
They are holding an election, I
bclieve.'
''Huh" he exclaimed, "That all,
reckon Bill McQueeryll be 'lected
agin. Hain't had no opposition sense
the wah. Nuthin else doin'9"
"Well," l said, summing up the
leading events in my mind, 'there is
to he sale on Judson's place this
morning."
''Nuther sale? That's the fifth
sense the fust of the yeah. Don't
guess thar's eny use goin' to a sale
'thout money. Reckon I'm best jist
whar l am.
II am afraid there will be trouble
between Sam Huggars and Col. Clay.
ton." said, trying to find something
that would interest my host little,
"Clayton called Huggars whisky
funnel this morning and Huggars is
hunting him up with the intention OF
shooting him on sight"
"Cm! Let 'em shoot. I'm best
whar am"
''Oh, yes! Your representative,
Samuel Roarer is going to deliver an
address this afternoon at the Court
House."
"Whut. Sam Roarer! Is he agoin'
ter blow agin? Settles it! Now lido
stay just whar am. Me an Sam
can't hit it. He talks too much; an
sense he's bin to Washington he can't
take drink OF whisky 'thout water.
"And they are going to have band
at the meeting"
"a whit, mister" he shouted,
springing from the bench and gazing
Earnestly into my face. ''Whut did
you say they was goin' to hev?"
"a banda brass band"
''Oh, Lordy!" shouted the Ken
tuckian, san / won't be thar to
hear it,"
''Oh, yes! BY the way" l said,
''do you remember Pete Dascher, the
horse thief"
"Do / remember Pete Dascher!
Wall, mister, he TUX two of the best
hosses in the State to remember me. +"
"Well," l replied; They've got
him. heard some whispering Of q
lynching as came away"
''Great Clay!' shouted the now
thoroughly excited backwoodsman.
"a brass band an a horse thief
lynchin' in one day. You be'int
foolin' subj"
"Oh. no."
"Settles it! Reckon I'll live to
stand Sam Roarers' blowin' for the
sake of the music an the lynchin'-
Sarah, tog the youDguns an yourself
up an bring my meetin' coat an hat.
We BIC a-goin' ter town, er bust"
As Idrove of, he shouted: 'sThanks,
mister fer the news. This ia the first
picnic we've had fer a year"