Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-10-20
1.-THE TALKiN'EST MAN."
He Could be Recognized without a Per-
sOnal Description.

He Could be Recognized Without a Per-
sonal Description.
81 had gone up one fork of the mount
ain road and it led me into little in.
closure with log meeting house in
the center and a dozen bride paths
leading out of il; then 1 went back to
the main road and up another fork,
and this time / went into stable lot,
with the proprietor of the place sitting
on the fence.
'Good morning. / said. lean you
tell me the way to Pinchem?"
Course I kim he responded. ''Do
We wanter go thar?''
s'Well, yes, I thought l would if /
could" l admitted.
Easy ez fallin' off a log" he said,
getting down from the fence.
''All right: tell me- and I'll co.
did you notice about whar you left
the main read Teller plowin' over on
the hillside?''
81 saw a pillow with mule hitched to
it, but no man"
Course not: he's the LATEST, oneriest
cuss in the country. He's sleepin' in
the shade this very minute. That's his
way. He's been plowin' at that ar
field for six weeks. Men comes along
with jug NV liquor and axes him to
go fshin'. an he draps the pillow an
goes. Mother one wants him to go
huntin.' an off he goes, Then eff ther
amt nobody axes him to go no place he
goes to sleep anywhar in the furrer
that the fit takes him. Can't git apast
shade to save his durn skin. He
%lo l.
ing in on him.
''Ez l wuz goin' on to say, jist acrost
from whar you seen the pillow, the road
goes off to the right. You take that
an about quarter Nv a mild down
thar. you come to two men buildin' a
post an rail fence. Man owns half
that field is a wuthless cuss. I've been
arter him fer two yer to go harves
with me in buildin' fence, but he
won't fetch it. Says a post an rail
fence is too forred fer these parts. an
IL slxeer the HOSES. Won't build NO
fence at all, that's what's the matter
with him, SO I've got to do it in self-de-
Tense. Neighbors like that amt no
good to n man, and l wisht to thunder
the chollery err somethin' err other
would carry him off. But, it won't
Decent man like me never has no luck
in this durn country nohow."
"You say the road began when
he stopped.
.sYas, the road FORKS ag'in down thar
an you bear to the left fer about a half
mild. tell you see hewed log house
on a raise. Woman lives thar that is
the purtiest thing in this yere country.
I'm a widderer, but she amt pertiheler
on that pint, an eff you come along
this away about next spring lookin' fer
the road. you'll be mighty likely to find
me on that raise. Got a wife Nv your
OWN" he inquired, breaking in on him
self suddenly.
Eyes, and she's down to Pinchen," l
said rather sharply. That's what I'm
going there for
"No. you don't say?" he exclaimed
with much interest. 81 calkerlate eZ
how a man ez rides ezlilxely a critter ez
that un yer on 'ud hev a powerful
good-lookin' wife. Amt she?"
Eyes, she's pretty fair to look at
replied, blushing at the untruth, for
1 didn't have any wife. and she
wouldn't have been at Pinchem if had
had one.
Thought So" he said: ''but I'll bet
boss she amt finer'n that 'un I'm
squintin' at
BY this time it occurred to me that I
had struck the ''ta1kin'est man on the
crick," of whom had heard, and 1 be-
gan to hedge.
''Well,' I said, I'm coming back
this way with her and we'll compare:
Good morning. and I'm shot if didn't
ride off and the man utterly forgot to
give me another word of instruction
as to how to get to Pinchem. I found
that out by waking up the man asleep
by his plow.-Detroit Free Press.