The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-05-31

the crowd down TO the station. around
wnlch were grouped the country stores
ana groceries or bar rooms. The Young
people sauntered carelessly up and down
tne railroad. Some organized a mule race
OtnerS INDUCED in a game of cards or
other small pleasures, while the village
elders grouped themselves on the piazzas
and talk religion, politics. ailments or
gossip, TO wit:
Mr.. williamson. did you hear how I.ige
BenneJ IS agetin on afore you left home?
1 hahn yeard nuthin frum him sence L
seed him at Popular Spring camp meetin."
les, Mr. Carter. He toll me his-sef
that he was out plowin' some corn 10 lay
by TINS summer, ana was ketched In
shower of rain. That night his hind teeth
seemed 10 him. as he sed il, bout four
inches long, but he eet harty that night
and by chawin of his meat and bread con-
slant, he grOun' them down TO bout a inch
and thar they hev staid.
him"
lie did"
'Who-o he gotten"
"A whole passel of them, the rise of
an thars Edwards"
In my opinion Edwards is the bes' one
Natally, but he drinks"
You don't say so! He dO?'
Powerful
"Humph! Humphl Humphl That bad.
don want no drinkin' doctor in none of
mine fur if he don't kure you he may give
you sumthing which would, or leasways,
might, kill you fatally"
say. Edwards. he lows that hits diseased
marrar in the iawbOne, an his iQee IS to
bore a hole in the bone with gimlet an
let hit out"
Il wonder now. Doctors is kurus folks
say did you hear that Squire Bivins gal
Is agwine TO marry Henry EasOn's rus
cousin on his mothers SIDE
NO; wrere did you hear it?''
Las week at quarterly conference"
Did you all hev a kumfOrtin timer
Powerful; 'twould Gone you heart
good to hav yeard Father Stones eXhor-
tins to the sinful He jis' farely rasselled
with the good lord in prayer for a down
cumin an uprisin' an dOwnpOurin of
grace
1 had seen my old acquaintance, Dick
ArkWright, on the ground soon after our
arrival, and his presence and general APP
pcarance denoted business Tor the day
Dick was a noted fighter strong as a
catamount and brave as lion. he was
arrayed on this occasion in an old faded
butternut jeans suit The coat was made
with boX-plaits down TO the waist, with
skirt gathered into folds tackled on to
it, 1t looked like gigantic boys tunic
out at the elbows and patched in seVeral
places. The trousers were out on the
knees and hung in frayed fringes around
his ankles innocent a stockings. A
checked shirt thrown open at the throat
disclosed a dingy Melted undershirt. On
his head was an old wool hat originally
black, but now a greenish brown. The
top eliminated in a sharp peak, while
the rim, falling down like a roof gave
IL the appearance of miniature Chi
nese pagoda, bound around with a strip
of mourning calico. A pair of stout red
brogans completed his outfit.
had noticed him going frequently to
the back port Of the store in company
with two young men from HOlmesVille,
and, knowing the love these men bore
toward a good fight l stood near to them
and caught echoes of their conversation.
They were up to mischief.
You goin' to take another, Dick. You
know you must do some lighting"
Yes; mus do sum ftin'. Civ it to
But Dick, who have you picked out to
begin with?"
'sHain't picked out nary one yet. but
I'll fine i'm"
Take another one Dick. 'Twon't hurt
mo. 'twon't hur' me. 1 bin a-noticin
a squinch-eyed man by the name Of
Shute-er, but he's too leetle. Mus pick
out a bigger man nor him. Whoopw
AT the end Of each drink Dick fiery fluid
Dick would utter this ''whoof Ike a
porpoise rising from the water, and divest
himself of some part of his wearing APP
parel. First his coat (My Josey, he called
it,, was thrown over a barrel, then an
other drink and his vest was sent flying,
a t the same time he kept repeating to
himself: Yes, mus do sum fitin'. Done
promised hit. Mus do sum ftin"
The afternoon was waning, the crowd
seemed quiet, and l supposed. Dick had
fallen as many time he had fallen un-
der the repeated blows of John Barley
corn, or, rather King Alcohol, but, # my
surmise was the correct one, he had arisen
refreshed, for just at that moment he
stepped out of the grocery. His long hair
fell over his redeemed eyes. His hat was
pulled over so as 10 conceal half of his
face. Coatless, Vestless, with his shirt
thrown widely open and his "galluses''
tied around his waist, he walked around,
peering into the faces of the bystanders,
while his two friends stood on a piazza,
trying to conceal their mirth. The poison
was working. Every now and then he
would attempt to dance a few steps, ac-
a lUmne0
himself then making a cross mark on the
ground with the toe of his shoe as his
invitation to all wiregrass chivalry to
step out and meet him, he would try to
spit into the center for luck, at the same
time uttering his "whoOf' as fair
warning that he was coming.
"Oh, I'm ftn' catamOunt
a painter an
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