The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1898-02-27
YARNS ny VETERANS.
C0mrndc Owens shooting Narrative.
The Negro who bought LRrd.

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Houston, Texas, February 22.-Whiie
the veterans of Dick Bowling camp were
sitting about in groups just before the
meeting last Sunday I was kept busy
listening to old Connrade owens wonder
| full yarns.
| He commenced his string OF narratives
by stating that one OF his company saw
three Yanks lying on the opposite bank Of
| tho Mississippi river asleep. He took de-
| liberatc aim, and as he fired his victim
turned over. Believing he had killed him.
he was much elated and fired away at the
next one He, too, drew up leg and
Strengthened out. We'll. III De blamed If
those two didn't die easy hlre goes for
the other one The third didn't as much
as bulge.
The captain OF the company heard the
shooting and on reaching his man in
quif'ed what he was shooting about,
Well" replied the rebel. i've got all
three of them over there" About that time
one OF the apparently dead Yanks sat up.
and deliberately picking UP his gun, went
up the bank and disappeared, soon fol-
lowed by The other two. The old C0nfed
hadn't even awakened his friends across
the river.
| am firmly of the opinion Comrade
this episode.
Comrado Owens pipe had gone out sew
eral times during the above relation of
pure facts, and he had nearly used up my
matches. Relightng, he remarked that
as he was diminishing around, foraging,
he espiod a lank, who also observed him.
They both darted behind tree, and pretty
soon Mr. fank stepped out in plain view.
Not to be outdone in bravery, he also
stepped out, and they both took aim at
each other. Comrade owens fired sinful
taneously with the Yank. The Yank was
dead man. Were you hit" | asked |
him, breathessly. "Oh yes; he killed me
dead AZ a herring
Before | had time to inquire how he !
came TO he alive he remarked that right |
after the war cute Yanll was walking |
along the road in Georgia, and observing
an old darkey ploughng in the field he
hailed him and inquired whose land he
was working. "Old massa's sab. +" replied
the darby.
why amt you working land OF your
own" asked the Yank
Amt got none, sah.'
Why don't you geJ some? Whose
and is that across the road?"
Why. that's old massa's woodland, sab.
Money couldn't buy that land
Wen, said Mr. Yank, Il will sell it to
you and give you an indisputable title"
Amt got no money. sab"
how much YOU got?' asked Yank
Well, sab, all got In dis world la
four dollars and fifty cents"
Give me that and the land is yours"
said Yank.
The old darkey fumblcd in his shoe and
brought forth four dollars and fifty cents
lhd handed 1t to Yank, who wrote him
out deed then and there.
Early next morning the old darkey
went 10 work on the woodland deserving
Did masters field The trees were falling
IN every direction, effectlng a great
'hange In the appearance of the wood
and
The old master, in great rage demanded
u the old darkey what he was ct,ttinr {
Town those trees for r
Wen sab, dis is my land now" replied /,
he darkey.
You crazy old niger. how did You get
his land?" {
i bought It from gentleman yester- =
ag and here's dc title papers. sah.'
me old master after reading the docu =,
nent broke out in laugh, and read tho i,
ollows; ""' %
AS Moses lifted the children of Israe, :
NJ of the wilderness, so have lifted tho :,
no niger out of four dollars aud fifty II
dont Know what other racket Comrade
'wons would have given me n Con- .
lander Beavens hadn't brought the gavel ~
own opening UP for business. "