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

| to vote only when it suits him, and your
Uncle Jack Ieasly laid down his hand
end jumped the game years and yearp
and years ago"
Poor - the Devil.
If there is anything under the sun
ind amongst men which makes me feel
like it mought be good time of year
| for. me to move my washin way on to
some undiscovered country, it is to see
these little simlin-headed twO-bit pol
iticians rallyin around with the col0red
brethren for their votes, and makia
them all sorts of promises which they
never can keep.
It puts me in mind Of what the COOL
Book tells us in regards to how the
old devil tried his level blamdest 20
tempt the Blessed Saviour up there on
the mountain that time. You recollect
how they both went up together on
top of a high mountain. and how old
Satan stretched forth his hand and
showed the Saviour Of mankind the
beautiful young world below-which at
that time waved its tangled forests aud
flashed its bright waters and lifted it's
green shores to the sun-and then went
on to say, says he:
II will give You everything in sight
land and water, earth and sky-every-
thing you can see is yours, henceforth
and forevermore. II you will but only
fall down and worship me-" And right
then the Internal old cloven- footed
scoundrel didn't own foot of land IN
the whole created world.
Now you can git out your little note
book and set you down this: When
one of these little razor-hacked, slab
sided. hnngry-loolin politicians come
around Begin for votes, and needin
votes 50 awful bad till he will promise
out the earth and the fullness thereof,
you can bet your Sunday boots he amt
got nothin' to give. They are most in
generally always as poor as the devil.
Bunk Weatherford the Winner.
When it comes to maxim q stump
speech little Bunk Weatherford amt
very many. In fact, he is only q very
few. But on the still hunt for votes
vi hen it comes to gangin with the boys
and settin up the pegs-hc is way yon-
der the most smoothest and slickest
card in the deck-hot stuff and q whole
passle of it.
BY some hook or mercrcok forgot
to tell you that little Bunk is now high
constable of Rocky Creek. And the way
in which he whipped his fight and win
the race, hands down. jest simply goes
on to show that American politics have
always been and always will be-Amer-
lean politics.
you see there was three good men
out for the same place, and between
the other two they did make the road
tremendous hot and dusty for me, says
little Bunk to me the next day after the
election. but Will Tom Pickens he
was a candidate from over in the hill
country. whilst Bud Newton he was
runnin from down in the Flat Woods.
Will Tom he had worked up a scaEdlOus
strong backin from the boys in the hills.
whilst Bud he never was in the fight
scarcely any to speak of.
''Now in a fiat-footed scrub race
could heat Bud Newton every day in
the year. but it is q whole lot different
with Will Tom Pickens, which there
amt a better man in the settlement than
him. Well, finally, at last put IN and
figgered Me thing out in this way. II
Bud don't git nervous and run up the
white feather and jump the game
am q hot favOrite and bound to win.
But If he pulls out and leaves the field
to Will Tom and me, then the man and
the ceilin must meet and will have
to be the man.
$50, consequentially, you can see ut
Oncst, Rufus, that the mainest thing
with me was to keep Bud Newton in the
race and hold out the votes which he
would bring up from the Flat Woods.
Bright and early the next mornin
saddled up and lit out for the Flat
Woods, and didn't let any grass grow
till rid up to the Newton place and
called Bud out for private confabula-
ton. I then up and told him ! was
thinkin right serious about pullin out
of the race since it looked like the old
hen was bound to lay Newton egg
before she quit the nest. ! likewise
went on to tell him how my votes were
fallin out and fockin to the Newton
column.
"'Win Tom Pickens il like the label
on BOTTLE says to Bud-'all around
it but not in it any at all scarcely
and would love to be your first deputy
in case the cards keep on runnin your
way
II spread it on and piled it up in that
way, Rufus. till Bud was tickled most
to death and knowe6 he would stay
in the race till the evenin Of the last
day.
"Next then on my return back home
l rid around through the hill country
and give out the news free and promis.
Gus that Bud Newton was at least three
lengths ahead in the race and gain
ground ut every jump. There is many
and many man in this great country.
Rufus, that would q whole lot ruthe:
run with the biggest crowd and holler
for the winnin ticket. and what was
after over there IN the hill country was
to start . grand rush and stampede
some Picken's votes into the Newton
column. In the main time didn't have
Eothin else 10 do but to pass the word
around amongst my friends to hold
steady and stand still and wait for the
cat to jump.
"And man, sir, the general machin-
cry worked rs slick and smooth as YOU
ever saw-ncver missed lick nor
jumped cog. Bud Newton stayed in
the race. He held his own and got some
scatterin votes which had stampeded
out Of the hill country and away from
Will Tom Pickens. And then finally at
last when the old cat punched her feet
she jumped my way like shot out Ut a
shovel"
Human nature is most in generally
always human.