The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1896-07-18
The Most "Freshest" News.

The very latest and most freshest
news that we have heard from that
wild and stormy strip of country which
we cal Cyclone Streak, was in regards
to scandlous bad fight which come to
pass between Lac Green and old man
Bunk Weatherford.
Now as to IIaz Green, he is laid up
for general repairs and the doctors
think he will recover But old man
Bunk rid by one day last week with his
left arm in a sling and his face looliin
like fresh map of the United States,
and give me the mainest facts in the
case from his side of the fence.
I'll my good old Christian father
which as you remember, RUFF, he was
power and a pillar in the church
Il he was to rise from the dead and do
me us much dirt in one day as Laz
Green done, | reckon | would have to
whip him. Idon't see how l could keep
from it, Rufe, cause at my best l am
nothin but plain American human
flesh, blood and bones.
THE weather had been rainin in per-
feet sluices for more than a week. In
the main time the grass was CROWN,
cotton was bloomin and the corn was
silkin and tasseln and carryin on pow
erful. and | was blame nigh crazy to
sty up some fresh dirt. The weather
hit was clear that mornin and | had
took my pillow and went down to my
ten-acre new ground to lay by the
most loyeliest field If corn anywheres
around in Cyclone Streak.
81 may be fool to some extent every
day in the year, Rufe, but, as you knew,
if there is anything in this world that
will make me all sorts of fool at onost,
it is a pack of dogs in wildcat race.
So far as | know it has been six months
since anybody jumped a cat in Cyclone
Streak, but l hadn't been in the new
ground ten minutes before my dogs
struck trail and went off over the hill
in full cry. They made half-milo
circle, swung back to the swamp and
went down the creek maxim more music
than a thousand evenin bells. Well,
jest naturally couldn't stand it no long.
er. l throwed off the gear, went back
by the house, flung saddle on my horse
and put out after the dogs. We run
that cat all day-up and down the
creeks and over the hills and back and
forrards aerost Caney Branch a hun
dred times if oncst. Finally at last we
run it out to the big road at Murder
creek bridge-ten miles from home
81 4f,ar ,Iot do
reckon we found? By gatlins we found
Lag Green scttin there straddle of
mustang horse, with pillow line in one
hand and cat skintied to the other
end of it, laughing like he had saw
something rale funny.
"The whole thing was then as clear as
daylight to me. Lag Green, dadburn
him, is so Internal tri1in, and has
wasted so scandolous much precious time
pillagip around the settlement preachin
free silver at sixteen to one, till he had
to turn his crop loose and let it 60 to
grass. So indurin the over night, for
pure pizcn cussedness and the want of
somethin else to do, he had come over
into the Streak unbeknowance TO mo
draggin that blame cat sllin-which
Handy Stribblin had shot and kilt the
cat-and put into the race at first day
break. He took about five miles the
start Of me and my dogs so as to keep us
in the race all day.
"And you must remember, Rufe, in
the main time the grass was n CROWN
and the cotton bloomin and the corn
was sil<in and tasselin and carryin on
powerful, whilst my pillow was standin
still in the field, and me ridin my
horse and followin the dogs after n
dead CT, skin like n fool fightin fire all
day long. To be certainly, of course,
me and Laz Green had a fight, and soon
as he gifts up and out oncst more he
ought to hold a private prayer meetin
and thank the Lord that we didn't have
a sccond-class funeral in Cyclone Streak
with a man by the name of Green ridin
on his back at the head Of the process
sion"