The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-04-23
thank you, major-thank you, SIR
Human People Everywhere.

In my own day and generation l
have seen a right smart of this lost
and ruint world, and my notion is that
you will find human people more or
| less everywhere.
One of them lightnin rod men come
rumblin through this country two or
three weeks ago, and if he didn't cook
old man Buck Ramage as done as
cracklin then the world must be square
whilst the sun rolls round.
Six years ago Col. Alf Written moved
down here or Murder Creek from some
where's over in Georgy, bought him
good plantation and put in to take the
lead in farmin and everything else. He
built him the most loveliest home, with
plenty of outhouses, stocked the place
with fine mules and horses, and soon
got fixed up in red apple style.
Now up TO that time old man Buck
Ramage had been calm himself the
| lead dog of the pack. He lived in the
finest house and rode the finest horse,
and kept the finest mules in his lot, and
cut wider swash than any farmer for
miles and miles around.
Thus and so 1t come to pass in the
run of time that red-hot rivalment
was worked up between old man Buck
Ramage and Col. ALI Written as to
which was which and who was who. If
the colonel turned up with a saddle
horse that went all the gaits in better
style and speed than old man Bucks
horse could go, then about the next
news we got old.man Buck had lit out
for Kentucky and bought him the I'm
est saddle horse that money would
fetch. So here they went who
should and who shouldn't, who could
and who couldn't.
And it would seem like the lightnin
rod man was smooth and quick enough
to take in the general circumference of
the surroundins, and when he driv up to
the RamRge place that mornin he had
jest simply come to put up some light
min rods for old man Buck. The old
man swore by the livin and the dead
that he didn't need any SIGH red tape
and tomfoolery around his house.
THAT house has been standin right
there where you see it for more than
40 years." says he, "and I reckon ]
can risk it for 40 years longer. What
if a streak of lightnin was to start down
this way, do you reckon / am fool
enough to believe that few of them
=neasly little rods could stop it and
turn it back? Young man, may look
like a native born idiot, and l may act
ruther curious at times, but most any
body in this country will tell you that
old man Buck Ramage amt gone no.
where's"
The lightnin rod man turned his
talkin machinery loose. but old man
Buck wouldn't even nibble at the bait,
and finally at last lie got to snortin
and cussin around considerable as TO
W hat he would and what he wouldn't.
Everybody to their own notions, but
some people hove sense whilst others
have fits" says the lightnin rod man
as he Climbed on his wagon. 81 spent
last night at Col Aft Whitten's and got
the job of roddin his house from one
end to the other in less time than 1
h7~e fooled off here tryin to show a
good man where he was wrong"
Hold on there a minnit," says old
man Buck. burned if l don't believe
1 will let you take the job. I mought
he right and / mought be wrong about
it. You can put up the rods"
Inside of three hours the lightnin rod
man was done the job and gone, with
pro rata shore of old man Bucks money
in his flank pocket.
Now that was on Thursday, and
the next followin Saturday old man
Buck Ramage come along by our house
foamin at the mouth and mad enough
to fight his own baby. In talllin with
me he jumped on that lightnin rod
man, and cussed and cussed and
cussed, till the native air was all but
hot enough to melt the wax in my ears.
You see old man Buck couldn't rest
well at night till he rid down by the
Written place to see which had the
finest lightnin rods, him or Col. Whit
ten. And when he rid up in full sight of
Col. Alf's house he saw right where he
had dropped the jug and split his mo-
lasses. BY gracious there want
blame rod On it. RUFUS SANDERS.