The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-11-12
A TEXAS WEDDING,
The Kind of Music the Bride
Father Furnished at the Feast.

All the old residents OF Montague County.
Tex, remember Uncle Henry Harris. the
preacher ferryman of Red River during the
latter part OF the eighties. There have been
many greater men in this part OF the State and
many more intellectual ones, but there have
been few who were so universally loved or who
were so widely mOurned for after their death
Uncle Henry was one-legged man. and the
wooden STUMP which supplied the place of n is
missing member was very primitive affair
1t was Joined 10 the stump OF his leg by a
strap. which could be removed In few mo-
ments.
Calvin Dubbs, a half-breed Choctaw Indian.
cOurIed his daughter, May harris. Uncle Henry
was opposed TO the suit OF Dubbs because OF
his ungodllness and bad character. His dauph.
ter did not share IN these objections.
One afternoon Calvin DubOs rode up to the
ferry ana as the river was high, asked TO be
ferrled over. The old man ana TObe started to
take him across, bui no sooner did they reach
the middle of the river than their passenger
whipped out bOwie-knife and in few passes
severed the longer of the TWO ropes mat boand
them TO the trolley. The boat Immediately
swung around In the current ana remained sta
tiOnary In midriv-r
What's that?" cried Uncle Henry IN alarm,
Don't you know we can't get across now ?'
Don't know about you. 1 kin make iI all
right myself"
Calvin sprang to the saddle. urged hi, ponv
over the side of the boat into the water and
struck out for shore. The TWO captives on the
boat watched him helplessy until he gained the
shore they had just left. As he aid so NAV
came out OF the cabin, arraYed In her Sunday
best, and two men on horseback rode out from
their coEceament back OF the bluff. The object
OF the stratagem gradually dawued on the old
mans mind.
There's goin' TO be weddin'," yelled Cal.
vim from the bank. "We'll let you attend az a
Witness"
"Whar's yore license?" shrieked The father.
land whaT's yore preacher?"
Here's the license" yelled Dubbs waving a
iegal-lo0king document; can you read il from
there? And this man here's the preacher"
The couple took their places and the alleged
preacher began the ceremony. Uncle Henry
began pleading and expOstulating, but all in
vain. Suddenly he grabbed the Winchester he
carried in the bottom of his boat and drew a
bad on his prospective sOn-in-law.
stop that tOmfoolishness. or FL shoot"
shoot and be DID, yelled Calvin "Go
on, paiSon" This latter remark was ad-
dressed TO the preacher on shore Whatever
might De said against Cavin's morals, nobody
ever doubted his nerve.
Crack" sounded the Winchester from the
boat, and with thud 4 bullet buried itself in
the horn of the bridegroom's saddle. Calvin
made quick motion toward his own gun. but
May caught bis arm.
"Don't! she cried PA won't hurt Won. II
he'd wanted TO. he'd bored you the first crack u
The ceremony was brief one but every few
moments Uncle Henry would blaze away. inst
close enough to the bridegroom TO be u1ple.s 3,
ant. When it was over The party rode away
with many tantalZiug adieux to the captiyes on
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