Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-07-13

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companist who performed on u very
small, wheezy melodeon, a German
comedian, and doctor" all dressed
IN somber black coats and wearing
glossy silk hats.
The horses were gayly caparisoned in
flowing white banners, which bore, in
huge red letters, the inscription: ICY
clone Oil for Man and Beast" This ex-
pla'ned the business of the visitors and
] mediately drew large crowd of vii
lage loafers to the courthouse square
to witness the exhibition. 1t being
Saturday, a greater portion of the as
sembly were country folk, who in the
south use that day principally for trad
ing and loaflng when they come to
town. The songs transported the audi
ence, and the comedian, in ridiculous
makeup and costume, convulsed them;
but when the doctor arose to sell his
wares, and got well started in his ad-
dress, his audience stood with bulging
eyes in silent admiration, while listen
ing with rapt attention to his remarks.
Some showed by their manner that they
were seriously impressed, and knowing
looks would be exchanged when some
great truth was hurled at them by this
ycnder of a cheap life-saving balm,
within the price of each and every
one" His powers as speaker We're to
them supreme, and when he had fin
sshed and opened his satchel to furnish
suffering humanity his wares, Mark
Tidwell, a long, lanl, sallow-slsinned
native, who had been standing with his
hands thrust deep in the pockets of his
yellow jean breeches, now turned to a
companion and said: ''Doggone my cats
eff that feller don't beat Vance er speak
I'M" Which remark was the greatest
recommendation this doctor could
have had in these mountains. z
4 Uplifted hands stretched forth their
money to receive this precious fluid Of a
dark reddish hue, in very small yials,
wrapped in pink paper containing di-
rections for use, and, as they purchased,
made room for the outer ones, who
were clamoring for an opportunity to
bny. Mark finally edged his way to
the doctor" and said:
4 TJedge, 4 sw'ar that war good talk
IN We give, an ef this hyar med'cin' is
es good cs yer talliin', I'll jis' be burned
eff don't try er bottle of hit. ''rea
The 'doctor" assured him that it
would cure anything that ever afflicted
man or beast; that it was a sovereign
remedy for stubborn maladies, and if
properly used according to the direc-.
tions accompanying each and every bot
tie it would restore the hair to side of
sole leather. Mark was convinced, and
slowly pulled from the depths of his
pocket well-worn wallet, resembling
a slab of old-fashioned gingerbread,
and, after unwinding quantity of
shoestring from about it, produced his
money, and then departed for his home
with his purchase, loud in his praise of
the doctors" ability as an orator, to
neighbor who logged along on his mule
beside him.
The foregoing happened in the
spring.
AS the heat of the summer increased,
so did the visitors to the mountains, and
gay equipages throngcd the drives.
One day, however, gentleman,
came to this resort who brought with
him his coach. which soon became
known far and wild. among the vii
layers as the tally-ho, being the only
one ever seen in that vicinity. So one
afternoon, as the tally-ho was bowling
along the principal street, filed with
beautiful women and handsome men,
Mark Tidwell was once more standing
in front of the courthouse square-it
being Saturday y-and as he spied the
coach rumbling toward him down the
rough street he vehemently exclaimed
TO the bystanders:
dad burn tn hide of me eff hyar don't
cum thet lie chap ergin!'--and without
further words he picked up a large
stone and, as the coach passed him,
heaved it with all his might at the ve-
hicle 1t struck just above the door
and splintered that side of the coach,
making a hole--as one of the loafers
expressed it--"big ernuf fer er ca'f ter
jump through"
The occupants on top of the coach
were in a high state of excitement and
alarm. The gentlemen all sprang down
ana ran toward Mark to inquire into
the cause of this indignity, when Mark
reached for another stone, and shouted,
as he sprang high in the air, cracking
his heels together as he came down:
..Stan' back, yer snealSin, white-liv-
cred buzzards! Eff yer lay yer ha on
me nj bounce this hyar rock off'n tn
tor- knot of one o. yel Back hyar ergin,
air We? With yer chunes an yer doc
term, an ,er sellin' yer dad-binged
pizen ter folks whar can't read"
: Mark had made terrible mistake in
his men, for the owner of the coach,
well known in the mountains-and to
Mark espe.ially-appeared and re-
ouested an explanation of this un-
warranted assault Marks face fell as
he recognized his friend, and his
humility was very sincere as he said;
"Why, Lord love ye, lyernel, | swar
! didn't low 'twus youns whar wus
ertop O. thet thar thing. Yer see
hain't jis' natcherly gut over thet pizen
lie feller whar cum duru nigh er put
tin of me in tn buryin'-groun' with his
pesEy stuff, whut wusn't titten ter put
on er dog, much lessen er man. an
he'd M min so sot on er layin' OF him
out whenst mex see him, thet when
vouns fust driv up | 'lowd 'twus him,
an 50 I flung thet air rock; but she war
or leetle heavy an fell lower than !.
cacl,erlated--but fur thet you'd er ben
petered by now. i reckon. But III