St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1896-10-03

SNMESXMANAN AID julie, which
WMM%MNMs, M ~ th4y are mad
WNWNENMA& y ra1e foamin,
MA-wNMMNs fightin m d.
Elev amt mad with julie, you under
stand, and neither is julie mad with
Blev. They aint. mad with anybody in
particular, but they are mad with every
body in general.
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The abundance OF Hts Mouth.
JuA sNabors, as you all know. Is one
of these tangly haired, wild-eyed third
,party men and a livin epistle of free
silver at the rates of sixteen to one.
whilst Blev Scroggins he is scfeamin
democrat and still maintains fat Dted
that free silver il somethin whithyou
hear tell Of 50 internal frequent and see
so internal never.
"Well, when the cat punched her feet
this summer it would seem like she
picked good, soft place and landed in
the middle of the big road. She didn't
jump to Nabors, and she didn't jump to
Scroggins. AS the game now stands
everybody in the Rocky Creek country
il for the old flag and free silver
everybody lit Blew and julie. Blew il
mad because the democrats made
friends with the third party, and julie
he is mad because the third party took
and made up with the democrats.
"Dadblame it, your crowd has stole
our thunder and our platform" says
julie to Blew.
"Yes. but by gatlins. your crowd has
etole all our votes, and votes are the
mainest thing" says Blew to julie.
So there they are-just two men and
the onlycst two in the settlement-that
want the fight to go on after the war
il over, and each one fockin OF in a
lonesome little gang all by himself. ]
reckon no doubts they would light in
and cuss out the American republic
from Reelfoot Lake to Habbersham If
they thought they could do the subject
justice.
Blew and Jule they put me in mind
right frequent of old man Lon Hunter.
of Cyclone Streak. and his load Of
pumpkins. Uncle Lon. as we boys are
now wont to call him, used to be a
scandlous bad man about cussin. II
everything didn't run smooth a2eprop
er with old man Lon he would fitch in
and cuss creation out quicker than .
cat could shet her eye.
Eut rec0llect oncst upon a time when
old man Lon got mighty mad and disln't I
do any cussin to speak of. That was
along in the fall Of the year. and he had
took his OK wagon and driv down in
the swamp new ground after load of
pumpkins. Somehow it also come to
pass that day that had went to town.
and on my return back home overlook
the old man on top Of the hill on yonder
side o: Murder creek. He had driv the
oxen and wagon up that long, steep
hill, which jest as they turned the brow
of it the hack gate Of the wagon dropped
out and here went his load Of pumpkins
back down to the foot of the hill. Old
man Lon had stayed there on his wagon
and saw the last pumpkin go rollin and
kedhIncin back to the sand bed at the
foot of the hill. About that time rid
up and saw the general circumference
Of the surroundins, and it did look ire
mendius strange and funny to me to
see old man Lon SO silent and 50 still.
"What's the matter, Uncle Lon. and
how comes it that you amt cussin
things out?" says l.
"Out of the abundance of his mouth
a man speaketh," say Uhe, "and never
felt more like cussin few stanzas in
all my born days. But to tell you the
honest truth, Rufus. / jest naturally
don't see how I could do the subject
justice"
.Shamed to Death. oh LAob.~
Now as to me, am always willin to
gallop with the gang and holler for the
wianin ticket and fight for the mainest
| thing. For the good name and honor
end glory of my country-for the sake
| of peace and good will in the settlement
II can fuse with anything from Z
| .creamin democrat to q blo0d-and'
thunder third party man, and then with
| anything else you could think Of from
| big barbecue dinner to o plug Of
white ink" or "sperits-Of-cats-a-fight.
/ in"
But some men are SO proud and %
wise. in their on deciets till they an
shamed to stand, up and take lickin
il the other fellows is man enough tt
lay it on. Little Bunk Weatherfortl-
which next to Blew Scroggins he is the
most all-Ovcrcst democrat in the set
tlement--does hate to give up Lis gun
and quit the fight.
"Takin things CO they come and go
| I don't see no other chance but for me t.
git on the band wagon and follow thu
music" says little Bunk to me when h
found out that the war was ended, 'but
it will be like shedilin eye teeth or pay
IN taxes"
And from that time henceforwarda
little Bunk has looked to me like I
man about three parts shamed Of him
self and one part sorry for the human
lace. He puts me in mind Of young
fellow by the name Of Jenkins-Bnc
jenkins they called him-which ! me
M with 1T . breakdown dance over il
the Mississippi river country years and
lyears ago. Buck was only about 4
years old, but monstrous well growl
Tor his yeara He was = great. tire
mendous strappin big fellow, as timii
as right young girl and clumsy am
awkward as q short-handled dog at {
log walkin.
In durin Of the dance that night th
other boys in tbe gang put in ami
worked on Buck till they got him il
the notion to fall IN with the genera
foot shalin. Buck lowed be woull
dance II Miss Gracie Winters woGld b
his partner. and Miss Oracle she wa
willin. So the music went ON and u
proceedins proceeded. Buck Jenkin
eooa got limberod out ard was warm
In up to his work II 1ne shape. But b
bad . pair Of hsavy red leather aAoe
len, and when - got into = weavil
way" as the boys oallea 4, hanged :
- di6st look lks = Nosld saaas dew'