The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-08-01
HOWPETEWASCURED
WHAT HIS SHORT STAY IN LOUISIANA
DID FOR HIM.

OID FOk HIM.
Bill Zach Thought Pete Raines Was Incur
able and Sent Him Away -P1unk Took
His Life In His Hand, So He Thought,
but Pete Came Back Completely Changed.
II never knew any one but Pete
Raines that had ever been to Louisiana,
said Sloto Bondell of Gibson county,
Tenn, "and never heard him say
word against it, but from the way he
acted when he came back to Tennessee
from there can't say that gathered
the idea that Louisiana held out many
inducements for folks to go there and
stay-that is, if the district Pete Raines
went to was any fair sample of the
way things strike visitors in Louisiana.
That district was Tangipahoa parish.
saw Pete when he started for Tangipa
hoa parish, and I saw him just after he
got back. That's why can't get up
and shout much when hear folks brag
about Louisiana, although Pete never
said a word There was good reason for
that, though.
Nov, l s'pose that when l rise to
remark that west Tennessee is the garden
spot of all creation some folks II smoker
and maybe snort. But they wouldn' t if
they knew how 'shamed they'd be if
they could ever strike luck enough to BIO
turned loose in Gibson county once, es-
pecially around where Humboldt is
William Zaehariah Raines lives there.
Zone day, two years or so ago, Bill
Zach said to Plunk-Plunk was o mig
ger that worked for Bill Zach, and
good one he was, too-'Plunk, said
Bill Zach, there amt no kind o use,
we got to do something with Pete.
The better l treat him the worse he
acts. He won't pillow, and he won't
do nothing that amt cussedness.
Kicked the bay mare in the belly this
morning, and she won't be worth pic
ayune for week. Chased the old wom
an from the coward clear to the house
and into the house and followed her
half way up the kitchen stairs. There
amt any living with Pete any longer
Something's got to be done. Guess I'll
send him long with you down into
Louisiana.
i" 'Golly! said PUNK. Who'll fotoh
me back ag'in den? Pete he kill me
surel Dead niger cam walk back from
'Weesyannahl'
but Bill Zach had made up his
mind, and the mule had to go with
Punk dead niger or no dead Niger.
Guess forgot to say before that
Pete Raines was a mule, and slick one
he was tool Bill Zach raised him. He
was years old when all this happened,
and I'll bet his ears were foot and a
half long. His tail wasn't as long as his
ears, but it had tuition it like can
non swab. Pete was fat rs seal, and
his hide glistoned like darlSy's face in
a green cornfield But Pete WASH reli-
able. He had way of kicking and bit
ing and fighting on the spur of the mo
ment and without any provocation that
made him practically the boss of things
around Bill Zach's place. and he knew
it. Bill Zach bought place couple of
years ago down in Tangipahoa parish,
La, to which he intended to send PUNK
down to work, and so he thought he'd
get rid of Pete i'll a merciful sort of way
by sending him down there, too al
though it might be that he'd get rid of
PUNK ut the Same time.
"Thcy shipped Pete on the railroad,
and he went away tickled to death. He
had it in his mind that he was going
into wider field to spread his cussed-
ness in, and he fairly yelled with de-
light in his car when the train pulled
out. 1t is 1870 miles from Humboldt to
Tangipahoa parish by rail. When they
unloaded Pete down there, he came out
smiling. He thought he had it in for
that country and would make his mark.
But he hadn't looked around much be-
fore detection seemed to seize him.
PUNK had never seen Pete that way,
and he got scared. PUNK was more un-
easy still when Pete went listlessly to
the pillow and dragged it all day without
once lifting his ears or his heels.
{" Il bet dis whole plantation gin
alligator what amt kotched yit, said
PUNK, dat dey's a Earthquake wuckln
in dat mool, an dat when it busts it'll
list dis niger clean to de udder side
oh JurdanP
"But it wasn't so. The mule got
down in tho dumps worse and worse ev-
cry day, and after Pete had been in
Louisiana week PUNK went to the
field after him one day, and there was
no mule to be seen. PUNK hunted all
over that country for three days, but
couldn't find any trace Of Pete. Then
PUNK sent word to Bill Zach that the
mule had gone off somewhere and died.
And Bill Zach was glad. About three
weeks after that Bill Zach was startled
out of his sleep at half past in the
morning by noise that awakened men,
cries. Ho listened. The noise broke out
again. 1t ratified the windows; it echoed
among the hills; it walled; it yooped; 1t
heehawed.
"'Pete, by the living jumperP yelled
Bill Zach jumping out of bed and hur-
rying to the door. A mule was leaning
YEARLY against the front fence. He was
thin and scraggy, his eyes were hollow
and his ears half way to his knees, like
a yaller hounds. When this mule saw
Bill Zach at the door, he lifted up his
voice again and actually wept. 1t was
Pete, back from Louisiana. 1t is 800
miles from Tangipahoa parish to Hum
boldt by road, and so you may know
what Pete must have thought of Louisi-
ana to take his overburdened heart with
him, so to speak, and pull out for Ten
nesseo on the hoof. Pete was as slick as
ever he was in few days and started
in to be pretty near as sassy and cussed
as ever, but Bill Zach said one day to
his wife when Pete was by:
I'm going to send Pete back to
rangipahoa parish again, Susan.
''Pete dropped his ears and walked
away and ever since then he has been
the best mule in the whole of Gibson
county, and Bill Zach wouldn't take
81, 900 for him. New York Sun.
Liked Church, But
Sweet Girl-Do you enjoy taking me
IN. cbnroh2