The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-05-28
SARGE PLUNKETT.
BROWN RELATES SOME STORIES BUT
FINDS II MAN WHO CAN BEAT HIM.
Pulling Horse That Wouldn't Pun-Great
Yield of Honey from a Tree of the
FOrest--Other Incidents.
For The Constitution.

For The Constitution.
When me and Brown were very young we
believed everything most that was tod us:
That was happy state and smacked OF
innocence-innocence is q mighty nice quail
ty. but hard to preserve in this wide, prog
reSSiVe world.
In our young days we prided upon our
hunting qualities, and Brown liked much to
tell of his hunting exploits Once, While ne
holding a crowd spell-bound by relat-
ing how many wild pigeons he had killed
a one shot, an old hunter, who arrived just
as Brown ended remarked, with something
of contempt in his tone:
That's nothing l shot a dear one day
as he came leaping toward me. My ball
passed through the deer and lodged in an
old tree beyond. Being scarce of ammuni-
ton, 1 thought me to save the ball for
another shot. The tree being but an old
shell, it easy for me to pick the ball
out with my knife. When the ball came
out, honey began to pour through the hole
l stopped to gather some leaves to stop the
flow of honey and picked up a rabbit. L
dashed the rabbit to side and quickly
stopped the flow of honey. Turning to where
I had thrown the rabbit I discovered that
l had landed him right in the midst of a
covey of cartridges and killed eighty-seven
of the birds. l gathered the birds, along
with the rabbit, found a maidstone in the
nav of the deer, which 1 sold to a doctor
from the tree at once, and every year after
that sold barrels of the sweet stuff till a
cyclone came along and took away the
tree"
The old hunter ratified this story off with
out catching his breath, and after a little
pause at the end. remarked: But that
wasn't nothing and about to begin
on hunting exploit that something"
when Brown arose and implored him to
cence will stand to swallow what you have
already related" said Brown, land 1 don't
want to be shook"
AS turned home in the afternoon
Brown made a solemn vow to never again
go a-hunting and never again to tell of his
hunting eXploits-he would practice nothing
that he fell so far short in. / should have
said something to encourage him in this re-
solve had it not been that about this time
we were hailed by a good old preacher
friend who lived upon the way. Did you
ever swap horses with a good old Methodist
circuit rider? l did, this very afternoon.
We had no -ooner halted and hoWdied,
than the good old cicuit rider began tell
ing us of what a great pulling horse he
had. Pointing to steep bluff down by his
spring, the old preacher related to us
how, upon the day before, he had piled a
full cord of green wood upon his wagon
and hauled it up the bluff with this one
nurse Oh MS lie knew tndC II was q power
1ul load for a horse to pull up such a
steep place, and | thought so, too. me
and Brown both, but we were very innocent.
We had never been ''ShOok in our faith of
men. The good old man did so like to tell
of his horses pulling qualities He went
on to relate how the horse would slip and
struggle. Down upon his knees many times
went this pulling horse. but never an
inch would he lose. When the horse felt that
a crisis was upon him he would grow fran
tic in his exertions and actually grab the
SaplingS with his teeth and hold like grim
death III ne could regain his foothold. A
pulling horse was the thing l wanted,
ana l Wlnked at Brown and snapped by
giving the boot. Me and Brown smiled the
next morning as we hitched to our little
wagon, thinking Of what. nice time we
were going. to have hauling some boards
from The river bottom. That horse would
hardly pull an empty wagon down hill. He
would ba;n my Where and never
fork of the roads. Me Ia and AZ B HyeT2
set down on a log and discussed the situa-
had not shook our faith--it was the
change, of 'envi"onments" that made the
horse do rs he did
1t has been long time since the above
horse, swap and me nor Brown had not
met the great hunter till we met up the
other day to the third party conventiGr
hunter and Just back of him sit the good
old circuit rider. They We're just lockers on,
Ike us, and we went over and joined trem.
They were glad to see u% ana the olG
hunter asked Brown if he had ki'led any
wild pigeons lately. but not a word dill
the good old preacher have to say about
pulling horses. They have both gone
into politics, like most everybody else and
one is a democrat and the other third par
ty. | sit by the democrat and Rrown SIT
by the third party fellow. The old preach
er, for it is he who is still democrat, we1.t
at once to pointing cut the grand raSCals
of the convention and told me enough 10
hang every one who arose to speak He
had about worked me up to the point ct
putting the whole convention down a
sorry set and the third party as fraud
ard dangerous, when Brown cited ma
away to another place. When we got off
Brown told me that he had to leave the old
hunter to keep from being converted to the
third party. The old hunter had pointed
cut the many virtues OF the membf rs OF
the convention to Brown while the oil
preacher had pointed out their sins to mc.
We left and came home, both agreeing
that we had come the nearest "aving
faith Shook Of ever befnre-as it We
Just made q stand off.
Me ard Frowp both are trying mighty
hard to keep cut of politics. but it, mighty
hard to do. We can't talk to anybody with
cut talking politics and We can't go any
where without meeting candidates any
how. the coming campaign promises 70 ne
the Invest since bayonets glittered and
kuklux rode. There will be no bayonets