St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1897-04-03
COvINGToN PARISH, SATURDAY

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now mounted ON the mule with his boot
| in the stirrups. Andy smiled q pleasan
homely smile. and went on to say:
"Now, stranger. IL you have got IN
more scalloP-back. calico horses dow
in your country would love the best i
the world for you to bring drove th
next time you are passin through ou
settlement. l have got few head q
mules and horses over to my plantatic1
both straight backs and scallop back
and hump backs-and will trade viii
you most any time and any way. Tn
scallop-back horses are all the go in thi
country now. whilst the straight back
are way yonder out of the fashion"
Holy Moses and the twelve epistlcs
what lie!" thinks to myself. but n
Andy had already give il out that m,
time Of year to say nothin had come.
didn't put my hand into the game an,
more. And yet still did feel rale curl
Gus ell over in spots from the fear tha
the way in which he had got bit ant
bugged in the trade and the genera
shock which struck us when tn,
stranger pulled the waddin out of tn,
hole in that pony's back, had kindly un
strung Andy's nervous system and ad
died his mind.
Who Was Grassy That Days
In the main time couldn't help bu
take notice that the stranger kept hang
in around like he was waitin for some
thin to happen and would ruther not go
whilst ! thought II it was me aftel
THROWN as much dirt on a man - hs
had on Andy l would be movin my
washin in 4 swingin gallop.
But presently Andy he swung him
self into his saddle, frightened the
ie'ns on scallop-back Billy. wished tn.
stranger . whole lot of good luck
waved his hat At him in sayin good-by
tangled his spurs with the flank girth
and away he went. He pulled in and
waited for me q mile or two down the
road. and when l rid up he was dis.
mounted on the ground, rubbin and pet.
tin that pony. and talkin and carryin
on with himself like man that was
borned a fool and had also went crazy.
"Andy Lucas" talkin to himself out
loud SO could hear. "you may not be
smart enough to run for congress. but
the family records will show that you
amt all sortsof a fool on the same day.
You have got head as long as -four
barrel and as level as . squash. You
may show the whites Of your eyes and
look foolish sometimes. but I'll be
doubly dadburned il there is anything
particular green in your general rec
ords. But it does raley look like It will
take some people forever to find on: that
you are q natural-born horse trader,
with great gobs Of sense. and that fits
don't run in the Lucas family. But you
jest spit on your bait and wait. and then
when . sucker comes along and bites
you can throw him out on dry land so
he never can fiutter back to water"
cit on your horse. Andy. and como
on. 1t is gettin late and we would bet
ter be movin along towards home"
says 1. soft and gentle as could. cause
then felt plum certain that the man
was not in his right mind.
"Say here, Rufe. don't you he givin
yourself SO internal much trouble and
worrimens about me-" he come back.
kindly firin up, like he was mad. "You
inought maybe think l am as blind
as a mole and as crazy as a chinch.
\ heap Of people amt got no better
sense than to think that, and you must
be one Of the people this evenin. The
stranger we met hack yonder in the
road-the idiot which swappcd me this
pony for that old male-has backed his
own fool self up sgin that very snag.
Cant you stir up the mush in your
mutton head sufficient to see that ]
have swapped the very daylights out
rf the stranger, and him a-lookin at
me all the time? Don't you know this
pony is worth small
drove Of sich mules as that to man
In the tradin business like me? Didn't
you see the game that dadblame fool
was tryin to play on me. and can't
you zee how the documents have come
my way like a mill race with the dam
busted? You saw the idiot GRIMM
ut me, and hangin around like man
that was saunt for and didn't want 10
90 worth hardly. and yet you couldn't
zee through his game. BY the eternal
Jim jams. Kufe. it is as plain to me as
! painted horse rack in ten acres Of
burnt woods. And now, accordin to my
general opinions, Il there Il man In
this crowd that il q standin candidate
Tor the crazy SLOAN, his name il San
ders, and not Lucas by durn sight"