The Bossier banner., 1897-06-10

oll nOIStDdch duu IluIlIS dClOSt luC
piney woods country of east TEXTS
where they have red hills and sandbeds
and shade trees and spring branches
and poor land and good water in the
greatest plenty-everythin was so
natural and homely looking till twas
most magnolious and happy day to me.
Soon that mOrnin, when rid out of the
broad, bleak prairies and struck rale
skirt of woods for the first time in three
mOnths-man sir, was so tremendous
glad till blamed if l didn't dismount
and git down and hug large and love-
iy pine tree.
Late along in the shank of the evenin
| rid up in sight of settlement with a
Couble pen log house. \ man come
tearin out of the clcarin and hailed me
in the big road.
"Don't YOU want job, stranger?"
says he, talkin fast and excited like
Il am wiIlin to pay YOU anything in rea.
whatever mOught be right for
YOUR time and trouble, and if YOU are
a rale peart hand at the business YOU
can soon turn off the job"
Il am a stranger in a strange land,
| with 4 long road ahead and no money
to mention, and | wouldn't mind turnin
few honest plunkers if it come handy"
says |.
"lioW are YOU on cussin? says he.
"Only very few.' SAYS |. AT home
they tell it around that | am the most
handiest man in the settlement. But
| 10 speak the plain Bible truth, I am
somewhat ruthcr awkward and nothin
to brag on when it comes to cussin."
'Then YOU ain the man am looking
! for. What want and what need mos:
| hclla1ious bad at this particular time Of
| year is a man that has been fetched u2
| cussin and trained for the busincss---
a man that can cuss in all the latest
| fashions and fling in the hot stuff thick
and fast and furious. | am what you
| mOught call a right tOlerabie good hard
at cuSsin my own rusty self, but the
terrible circumference of the present
calamity is jest simply too much fo-
| iect Justice. would love the best in the
world to hire good swift hand the
business and give him the Job"
"Mayhc it amt none OF my business,
but what seems to be the trouble ."
says I.
"Nohody knows what trouble is but
ne, stranger" the man responded back
as the sun went down behind a heavy
bank of clouds. "Only last week some
ugly scoundrcl beast put out pizen and
killed my three hound dcgS-the finest
and the fastest that ever followed a
trail in the lone state OF Texas. Night
before last my mule took sick and died,
and right on top of that my cid woman
took and sl0ncd off this mOrnin and run
away with Il foot pedder. SO here |
aE'-With my dogs and my mule dead,
and the old woman gOnc-with seven
children and four COWS, and nobody to
do a durn thing-troublcs on top of
troubles - t.Jubles comm in great
chunks and gobs and slices. If | could
but only find the right man to take holt
and cuss out the human race, and cuss
out creation in general. seems to me
like | might feel Il whole lot better.
nave tried my hand faithful and hit the
high places, and scorchcd the air about
in patches. But plain, blunt man like
me is as helpless as a baby under the
sad surroundins Of the present case"
What did | do? What could l do?
Nothn much to speak of. | told the
unhappy man to brace up as best he
could and wait till the clouds rolled by
Then | rid OH and left him alone in his
| troubles.