The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1895-06-19
WEDNESDAY 5000. JUNE 10, 1895
SNAPPED SUITS.

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sorrel nag after an all days pull mp the
mountains of east Tennessee, not far
from Jasper. and | was in the very
midst of the forest primeval. Giant
trees stretched their gnarled branches
above my mead and scattered their brill
liant leaves about me, weaving a carpet
for my horses feet more gorgeous than
kings have trod. Away of in the lonely
Sequatohie | could see the sloping
ridges and spreading spurs dovetailing
into each other their crimson and yell
low and purple till all faded alike into
the distant blue as the mountains lost
themselves in the misty east. No sound
broke the stillness save nov and then
the barking Of a squirrel cracking nuts
in the big chestnut trees or the late call
of the wood bird for his mate. | vas
musing on the mighty works of God
and the pitiful efforts of his unworthy
creatures as | rode along and wondering
where l should take my supper. for I
was what might be called decently hun
CRY and indecently thirsty.
Suddenly q sharp u in the trail
stuck my horses nose almost into the
very face of u man who sat on a rock by
the roadside. staring straight before
him. His head and chest were thrown
forward. his chin had dropped below
aero, his lank knees spread wide apart
like the open jaws Of a Louisiana alli-
gator and his hands hung limp at his
sides. A suit Of brown jeans. so new that
they emelt OF the walnut bark dye,
clothed his thin stripe Of manly form,
and a shirt collar of blue hickory turned
down around a spare neck, I'd the very
verge of which his fadey, straw oolored
hair was plastered sleek as q ballroom
floor with turkey fat. A more perfect
picture OF abjeot misery | never saw be-
fore nor since, and | jerked my pony's
head out of the mans face and leaned
forward in my saddle to look at him.
loot it bad?" | asked at last, when
the creaking Of his stiff clothes and the
snort of his heavy breathing became
embarrassingly audible in the quietude
Of the forest.
That's what | hev, stranger" he
said, lifting his jaw, but keeping his
eyes fixed straight ahead. "Ketohed 10
in the neck an collar bone an chist. N
the breas' bone, an the heart, an the
| stomick, an the lights. an the livers, an
the bowls. an the yuther lower regions.
Facks er the business is, I've got it
fu N the crown or my ole fool head to
the soles er my big blamed foot. Got
IL all overl"
"Whas gave it to your"
He sprang to his 2 feet Of height with,
a yell that re~verberated on the noun
tain side, jumped about q yard from the
ground, cracking his heels together as
he came down again.
What gin it to me. stranger?" he
shouted when he had lit, what gin IL to
meY Why. Nancy, ov counsel Who'd
you s'pose? Case why? Case er these
her plague on clo'es what You see be-
TO- you, a-kiverin this fiabbergasted ole
hide or mine. Look at 'em, stranger.
Look at 'em, fur Gawd's sake, fur their
cen is nigh at han, " and the fellow gy-
rated around among the dry leaves like
a m~aterialized whirlwind.
''Clothes?" said |. What the mat
tor with your clothesr That's as good a
suit as I've seen this side of Pennsyl-
vania."
Stranger, you don't mean it?" he
said softly, coming up close beside me
and fetching a whack across my thigh
that tingled all the way up my anat-
omy, creeping out at the end of my
funny bone. "Sho' now, you don't
mean it?"
Eyes, | do. though. but what does
Nancy say about it?" | answered.
Stranger he said, leaning on my
pony 8 neck and looking up at me con-
identially. you see it's thisser way.
Me an Nancy thar's been keepin COM
p'ny nigh On to three years come the
~ day er mex December, an things
had about got whar thar warn't nairy
ornery crss on the m%ountaing as dared
to look at the groun she walked on.
That what I'm some,s stranger, whenst
| GIFTS riled, an tho fellows lowed twas