The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1897-12-30
TOLD OF BUCK klLGORE.
His Jumping Match with Texas Woman
In War Times.

in War Times,
There are men in every quarter Of
the Union who will regret to hear OF
the death of Judge Constantine b. Kill
gore at Ardmore, 1. 7. For eight
years Buck" Kilgore was a notable
man in Washington. In person he was
the typical Texan. Above six feet TALL
the average Congressman in ability
above the average man in sincerity
straight as an Indian, and strong as
an OK, Buck" Kilgore was a marked
man wherever he appeared. 1t was
the kicking down of the door leading
from the legislative chamber to the
House lobby that gave him notoriety.
II was characteristic of the man. He
wanted to go into the lobby; the mes
senger shut the door in his face. He
knew he had a right to go into the
lobby without asking the consent of
Tom Reed or any other man. He
raised his foot, clothed in an enormous
cowhide boot and kicked the door
down and went his way. The notoriety
that attached to him on account Of
the act was always distasteful to him.
During the war he was ordered home
to assist in gathering up some desert
ers. One evening about dusk he was
out in the country in quest of a de-
serter who had been off the Layout"
for a year. He was very hungry and
very weary. He called at a house by
the roadside and there he found a wo-
man just taking from the spit a nicely
broiled chicken. The SAVIOR of the fowl
made him ravenous. He had a Mexi-
can dollar in his pocket, which he had
carried for years and to which he was
much attached, but he was bound to
have that chicken and he pulled out
the dollar and proposed trade-the
coin for the fowl. The lady said the
chicken was for a sick friend and that
she could not sell it.
But" she continued, "I'll jump you
for it,"
What do you mean?" said Buck"
II mean that we will see which can
jump furthest from this doorsill out in
to the yard, and the one of us that
beats shall have both chicken and dol
lar"
"All right: that suits me exactly"
said Buck" The IT was placed on
the dish beside the chicken and his gun
was leaned against the wall by the
door, and Buck" slung his arms and
made tremendous leap of over twelve
feet. He recovered with difficulty, and
when he turned to the door there was
the lady with his cooked gun in her
hands, with the butt against her shoul-
der and her finger on the trigger.
Now, you just fiirt the gravel down
that road, young man, or I'll make buz-
yards food of you before hell can singe
a knat," she ordered.
There was shoot in her eyes and
buck and ball" in the gun. So
Buck" "flirted the gravel" his bosom
swollen with impotent rage and his
mouth overhowing with eloquent pro-
family.
By this time it was dark. Over in a
field Buck" spied a gin house. He went
to it and climbed in to the loft, laid
down on the floor and was soon fast
asleep. After time he was awakened
by voices down below. He listened
and made the discovery that one was
a female voice, and a moment later he
realized that she was relating the
jumping" episode to her companion,
who gave vent to peal after peal of
laughter. There was the chicken and
his dollar which he could see by the
light Of the tallow dip. Peering about
he saw his gun also. There was a big
hole in the floor of the loft, and Just
as the man took hold of the dish to
eat the chicken Buck" plunged
through the hole and seized the gun.
Before they recovered from their as
tonishment Buck" roared out: Mad
am, you just fiirt the gravel back home,
and as for this gentleman he and I
will fiirt gravel to the Office of the
Provost Marshal. He is the deserter
have been after for a week."
There was shot in Bucks" eye now.
The woman left. Buck" recovered
his dollar, ate the chicken, and before
midnight surrendered his prisoner to
the Provost Marshal. 1t was worth a
journey across the continent to hear
Buck tell the story.-From the Cour-
ier-Journal.