Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-03-05
KENTUCKY PICNIC.
Nothing but a Brass Band Would Bring
a "ColoneI' to Town.

| was riding along the dusky road
leading south from Manchester, Kv..
says a writer in the Philadelphia Press,
and had left that town some three
miles in my rear, when | struck the
house of backwoodsman, built on the
edge of deep forest.
The house, which stood 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 a ceiling of some cast off boards
had been put up, thus making a sort of
loft or second story, which was reached
by means of q ladder constructed of
fence rails.
Into this house. in some way, was
crowded the "Coloners" family, con-
sisting of himself, his wife and six
children, ranging in age from 3 to 10;
the latter scampered away in different
directions as / drove up.
| opened the conversation by asking
for a drink of water
"Sutinly, sub" replied the head OF
the family. who lay stretched out on Il
bench at the door. Sarah bring e
dipper of watah fer the gent'lman.n
While | was drinking the water the
Keutuckian surveyed le lazily from
head to foot. Finally. after few
minutes silence be asked:
Bin to town."
Yes | replied.
"Anythiu' dom mp thar in particu-
iarPn he inquired, without raising from
his reclining position.
We'll, yes" | answered, things
are quite lively up there this morn
ing"
BE tharP Wha's a-goin' ouP"
They are holding an election, / be-
lieve."
"Huhr' he exclaimed. That kll.
reckon Bill McQueeryll be 'lected
agin. Hain't had no opposition sense
the wah. Nuthin' else doiu'?"
Well" | said. summing up the
leading events in my mind, "there is
to be a sale on Judson's place this
morning"
"Nutber salep That's the fifth
sense the fust Of the yeah. Don't guess
thars eny use goin' to a sale thout
money. Reckon I'm best jist whar |
am"
II am afraid there will be trouble
between Sam Huggars and Colonel
Clayton / said frying to find some
thing that would interest my host a
little. Clayton called Huggars
whisky funnel this morning and Hug
gars is hunting him up with the inten-
ton of shooting him on sight
I'm? Let 'em shoot. I'm best whar
lam"
"Oh, vest Your representative,
Samuel Roarer, is going to deliver an
address this afternoon at the court
house
"Whutl Sam Roarerp If he goin'
ter blow aginP Settles it'll Now do
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 a drink of whisky thout water"
And they are going to have band
at the meeting"
"A whut, misterP" be shouted,
springing from the bench aud gazing
earnestly into my face. Whit did
you say they were goin' to hev?"
"A banda brass band
tuckian, an l won't be thar to hear
it"
"Oh, yes! By the way" l said. do
you remember Pete Dascher, the horse
thief?n
DO | remember Pete Dascher!
Wall, mister, he tux two of the best
horses in the State to remember me. "
Wen, replied, "theyve got him.
/ heard some whispering of lynching
as came away
Great Clayl' shouted the now thor
oughly excited backwoodsman. "A
brass band an a horse-thief lvnchin'
10 one day. You be'iut fooliu', suhP'
"Oh. no"
Settles Il! Reckon I'll live to stand
Salu Roarer's BLOWN for the sake OF
he music an the lynchin'. Sarah. tog
the yuunguus an yourself mp an bring
MY meetin' coat an hat. We be a.
goin' ter town, er bust"
As ! drove off he shouted: Thanks,
mister, fer the news. This is the first
picnic we've had fer a YEAR,