Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-11-29
HUNTING In ARKANSAS.
Report of The Christian County
Hunting Club.
Incidents Picked Up on the Trip and En-
tertainingly Told by One of the
Members.
fBY AUSTIN PEAY.)

Nov. 9th, which was to see us off for
our annual hunt. The rain came
down without ceasing from morn
until night. The heavens above
may have been clouded, but the po-
litical skies were rosy red and the
Democratic heart shouted for joy.
~ s@sWhen we reached Memphis the
rain was gone, and the sun shining
with southern fervor. AT 5 o'clock
p. m. we were aboard that noble
craft Kate Adams, on her downward
trip for Arkansas City.
Let us count the brethren and see
who answers to the roll call. Capt.
Sam r. White, J. r. Caudle, Walter
Hart, VIM. West, Peter Barker
Chas. Barker, r. J. Carothers, w. D.
Garnett, T. P. Burke, P. B. Pendle
ton, Henry Ransom, Austin Peay-
twelve members, five negroes, twen-
ty-four dogs, horses and wagons, and
baggage unto the ends of the earth
Old faces are missing, but welcome to
the tender feet.
The Kate is loaded to the gum
wales with heavy cargo of promis-
cuous freight. Her lower decks are
crowded with rOustabouts and labor
ers for the levees below, while above,
her brilliantly lighgted and long sa-
loon is thronged with first-class pas
sengers. They are merry, for they are
Democrats, and feel that once again
the South is in the saddle, and that
the heart and hand of the nation, yes
the nation, are with her. Veterans
who had fought with, Lee grasped
the hand of him who had rode with
Forest and rejoiced together. There
in our front sat young Forest, with
the eagle glance and determined look
OF his father, the Ney of the South
ern armies. One gaunt and grizzled
old soldier, who had charged with
Pickett up Cemetery Hill at Gettys.
burg, had so much enthusiasm, not
altogether unmixed with red liquor,
that he could not keep it bottled.
He approached Hart and asked him
if he might yell just once. | was
reading some distance down the sa-
loon and Hart told him that was
the captain and to 60 and get per
mission. He came to me and said /:
cap, L want to hOller." Said ]:
"Friend, why do you wish to hol-
Ter ?' Said he: "a damned negro
has been representing my district in
Congress and now we have got 'em."
said l: Let her 60; am with
you" and he raised afyell that made
the Kate ring from stem to stern
and brought the lady passengers in
alarm 10 their feet. He was
unique character. Hart asked him
his name, and he told him it was
Jones, and as he expressed it,
damned near nothing" for he said
"every escaped horse thief called
himself by that name whenever he
got away" About 10 O'Clock he
broke into game of poker, and in
the "wee sma" hours of the morn
ing, when he was landed at his plan
tation in Clark county, Mississippi,
he was duly sober, had less money,
but still Democratic enthusiasm
bOundless as the shores of the "Great
Father of Waters" and as the Kate
rounded again into the stream and
left him in darkness he was shouting
for Cleveland and the straight ticket
from end to end.
The morning cold and clear and
the ragged shores are fringed with
ice. At Ferguson's Landing, on the
Arkansas side, and one hundred and
sixty II lies below Memphis, John
Powers, noted bear hunter with
four good bear dogs, joined us and
will camp and hunt with us. He is
rather good-looking specimen with
auburn hair and fiery whiskers, and
his dogs have the scars CT many bat
ties on them, and are gaunt as wolf
hounds.
At p. IN. we are landed at Old
Napoleon and the Kate goes steam.
ing away. Haul our baggage up the
hill to Alexander's cabin and camp
for the night. Bright and cold, and
the stars CLEAN through er-arching
trees like the electric lights of heav-
en-. Old man Alexander is as seedy
looking, and If possible, more pro-
fame than ever. He is the lamp
keeper and the last relic of a bygOne
civilization. Years ago, where the
current of the river now sweeps
by, was a fourishing city of two
thousand inhabitants. Here was a
marine hospital, and trade that
was sought far and near, but the war
and waters came, and it is no more.
All that is left is old man Alexander
and profusion of choice oaths. he
was horn here, and it is more
than likely he will drown here, for
during the past summer for more
than three months the water was
three foot deep ON the floor Of hi: