Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1893-09-14
\ Maru's Beacon
"A. Kentucky Picnic.

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 con-
tanned but one room proper; but
just where the peak began q ceiling
of some cast of boards had been
put up, thus making 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 "colonel's" family,
consisting of himself, his wife and
six children, ranging in age from
three to thirteen the latter scam
pered away in different directions
as ] drove up.
/ opened the conversation by ask
ing for a drink of water.
"Sutinly, suh," replied the head
Of the family, who lay stretched
out on bench at the door. "Sarah,
bring a dipper of watah fer the
gent'lman.
While was drinking the water
the Kentuckian surveyed me lazily
from head TO foot. Finally, after
a few minutes silence, he asked :
"Bin'to town 2"
eyes," | replied.
"Anythin' doing up thar in par
ticular?" he inquired, without rails
ing 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, /
believe"
"Huh - he exclaimed. That
all, reckon Bill McQueery'H be
'lected again. Hain't had no op-
position sense the wah.
Nuthin' else doin':"
"Well," / said, summing up the
leading events in my mind, "there
is to be a 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 sale
'thout money. Reckon i'm best
jist whar | am"
81 am afraid there will be trouble
between Sam Huggars and Col.
Clayton" l said, trying to find
something that would interest my
host little. Clayton called Hug
gars whisky funnel this morning
and Huggars is hunting him up
with the intention of shooting him
on sight"
Cum? Let'em shoot. Pm best
whar ann
"Oh, yes! Your representative,
Samuel Roarer, is going to deliver
an address this afternoon at the
court house."
"What Sam Roarer? Is he
agoin' ter blow agin? Settles it
Now do stay just whar / am. Me
an Sam can't hit it. He talks too
much an sense he's bin to Wash
ington he can't take a drink of
whisky thout water
"And they are going to have a
band at the meeting"
ga what, mister?" he shouted
springing from the bench and gaz-
ing earnestly into my face. "Whut
did you say they was goin' to hev:'
"a banda brass band"
"Oh, Lordy ~ shouted the Ken.
tuckian, sam won't be thar to
hear it"
"Oh, yes! BY the way said,
edo you remember Pete Dascher,
the horse thief ?"
"Do remember Pete Dascher
Wall mister, he tux two of the best
HOSES in the state to remember me. "
"Well," ! replied, "they've got
him. l heard some whispering OF
a lynching as came away
"Great Clay" shouted the now
thoroughly excited backwoodsman.
ga brass band an horse thief
lynching' in one day. You be'int
foolin' sub 20
"0h, no."
Settles it! Reckon III live to
stand Sam Roarer's BLOWN for the
sake of the music an the lynchin' :
Sarah, tog the younguns an your.
self mp an bring my meetin' coat
an hat. We be a-goin' ter town, Ell
bust"
AS | drove off he shouted
THANK, mister, fer the news.
This is the first picnic we've had
a.