Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1897-01-23

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Now, about the earliest thing 1 re.
members goes on Enright, lis concern
in woman who changes her mind.
This yere incident is about the first
chicken on the roost of my recollections.
It's years an years ago, when I'm a
yearlin. Our company is maxim round
up at "a camp called Pine Knot, in Ten
aessee, organizin to embark in the Mex
ican war whole lot an thin out the
greasers.
No one ever does know why l, per-
sonal, declares myself in on this yere
embroglio. l amt bigger'n charge Of
powder at the time, an am that limited
as to statoo l has to climb on to log to
get on to my pony.
But, as I'm tellin, we all comes
together at Pine Knot to make the start.
l reckon now thar's 500 people thar, as
the occasion an the interest the public
took in the business jest combs the re-
gion of folks for miles around.
'Thar's a heap of handshakin an
we'll wishin goin on. Mothers an sisters
an sweethearts is kissin us goodby, an
while thar's some hilarity thar's more
sobs. It's, after all, as / looks back ard,
rather a damp than a gay affair.
While all this yere love all tears is
fiowin thar's gent-he's our captain
who's settin off alone in his saddle an
amt takin 10 hand. Thar's no sweet
heart, no mother, no sister, for him.
No one about Pine Knot knows
this party much, more'n his name is
Bent; that he's captain, with the gov n
Or's commission. an comes from way
off yander some'ers. An so he sets thar,
grim an solid in his saddle, lookin
vaguelike off at where the trees meets
the sky, while the rest of us is goin
about permiscus finishin up our kissin.
Amt he got no sweetheart to
wish goodby to him?' asks a girl of
me. "Ain't thar no one to kiss him
for good luck as he rides away?"
This ycre maiden's name is San
ders, an it's shore fact she's the pref
tiest young female whoever makes a
moccasin track in west Tennessee. I'd
a-killed my pony an gone a foot to bring
such a look of soft concern in her eyes
as shines thar oninvited for this yere
lonesome gent. looks over where he's
silent an solitary on his hoss.
NO. l replies, ''he's an orphan,
l reckon. He's plumb abandoned that
away, an SO thar's nobody yere to kiss
him or shake his hand.
This yere pretty Sanders girl-an
tO OF. nf
the long horn about her, pure cornfed
she was-this Sanders beauty I'm sayin
looks at this party by himself for mo-
ment, an then the hig tears begin to
take p'session Of her blue eyes. Next
she bushes like flower an walks over
to this lone gent
Mister Captain" she says, raisin
her face to him like rose, 81 m shore
sorry you amt got no sweetheart to say
goodby, an because You re lonesome that
away III kiss you an say adios myself.
Will you, my little lady?" says
the lonesome gent as he swings from his
saddle to the ground by her side, an
thars sunshine in his eyes in a moment.
I'll think of you every day for
that, he whispers when he kisses her,
"an if | come back when the wars
done I'll look for you yere. -
"'The little Sanders girl-she was
shorely as handsome as a pinto pony
bushes a heap vivid at what she's done,
but looks warm an tender. Everybody
lookin on, while the play is some onus-
ual an out of line, agrees it's all right,
bein that we all was goin to war;
"'Now yere, goes on Enright, at the
same time eallin for Ticker all around,
lis what you all will agree is a mighty
romantic deal that away. Yere's love
affair gets launched.
" Does this lone hand gent who gets
kissed by the Sanders lady outlive the
WARP asks Texas Thompson, who has
braced up an gets mighty vivacious lis
TENN to the story
Which he shorelY outlives that
conflict, replies Enright, IAN you can
gamble he was in the thick of the stam=
pede too, every time. I will say for
this yere captain that. while I WASH t
with him plumb through, he was as
game gent as ever fought up hill.
He's one OF these sports who fights an
goes for ard to his man. Thar's no white
feathers on that sort. They re game as
hornets. An bad
"'Which if he don't get downed
none, says Texas Thompson, IAN hits
Tennessee alive, offers ten to one he
leads this Sanders female to the altar
An you'd lose whole lot, says
Enright, at the same time raisin his
whisky glass That's what / states
when trails out on this yere reminis-
cence. Females is frivolous an plumb
light of fancy. Now, this captain party
comes back to Pine Knot, say about az
years later, an what do you all think9
That Sanders girl s been married mighty
nigh two years an has an infant child as
big as bar cub, which is beginnin to
make bluff at walkin Now, ON the
square, an I'm as s'prised about it as
you be- was more'n s'prised; was
pained-I don't allow, lookin over re-
suits an recallin the fact of that bar
cub infant child, that, for all her blush
in an all her tears an kissin that captain
party goodby that away, that the San
ders girl cares a hosshar rope for him
i'll week. An it all proves what re-
marks, that while females amt malev-
olent malicious an don't do these yere
things to peerce gent with grief, their
fections that away is always honin for
the trail an is prone to move camp.
But, bless 'em. they can't help 1t
none if their hearts be quicksands, an l
libates to 'em again. Whereat we all