Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1898-01-27

escd With chill which insisted on
creeping up and down our spinal co.,
umn. but when We had presently
warmed up 10 work things went be-
ter. We have always been against the
Pilgrim Fathers and their Puriianic de-
scendants. holding that they were set
Of kiekers and mn.contents who de-
served the stocks. and il so happened
that most of the COW boys were our way
of thinking. The address didn't move
any Of them To tears or cheers. but one
Of them did step forward and loosen
the moose around our neck and give
our Adams apple a better show to wob-
hle about as we talked. The address
was written to occupy TWO hours. hut
after listening about Is minutes. the
coy boys said the rest Of The Pilgrims
could go to and demanded a change Of
programme. There was more toying in
store for Us.
We were commanded to sing. but
declined, on the ground that our voice
had never been trained The gang
tailed on to the rope and drew rs OF
the ground. and we then concluded to
Sweet by and Bv.r What Is Home
Without a Mother" and half a dozen
other sad, sweet Songs. We didn't eN-
rcct our singing 10 tickle them. bui IL
had that effect, and some Of them
laughed Till they fell down. When our
voice is raised in song Il generally has
the opposite effect on our hearers. and
they either make for the woods or
shoot at US. We kept the machine go
ing until they finally grew tired OF il.
and wanted a change.
When we were ordered to do sail
or's hornpipe for the delectation Of the
gang we plead want of jurisdiction
headache. loss OF sleep. and several
other things. But rs soon as five or
six of the fellows began shooting nj our
feet our knees instinctively went to
work. We were never graceful
dancer, and we have no doubt that we
made an awkward showing on this oc-
casiOu. We think so from the fact that
some of the miserable wretches laughed
Till they had TO be thumped on the
back to get their breath again. and
their yells of mockery could be heard
for two miles. II makes my blood boil
TO remember how we were Obliged to
cavort around and make a clothespin
OF ourself. but we were in the hands
of The enemy and had to obey. BY aud
b. we were ordered TO stop the ma.
chine, but there was more to come.
While we were dancing one of the
men was busy writing out the follow
ing schedule" which was read to US
and our signatures demanded:
81 die willingly.
81 asked the cowboys OF three b. b.
b. ranch TO hang me for my crimes.
II am buffer, a dufrer and liar.
81 am no editor, and the II bodies in
my private graveyard are those of jack
rabbits.
DO not bury my remains. bu; leave
them for the buzzards to peck at"
We at first refused to sign, but on
being elevated about four feet and
dropped again, we made haste to afix
our signature. Our writing was little
cramped, but any of our friends can
swear TO the signature.
When the signature had been secured
the idea was TO pull us up and bring
the affair to happy climax. The rope
was just lifting US off the ground. and
we had a feeling in our neck as If we
had swallowed table leg. when Mai.
Shorter. Capt. Daily, John Barnes and
three or four other gentlemen APP
peared. being en- their way TO Pine
Fill to attend court. They a; cnce
came to the rescue. but for a time
hot conflict was threatskd. We were
finally released and Soy journeyed
back home. Our neck feels a foot too
long, our Adams apple sticks out like