Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-01-21
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THE ARKANSAW TRAVELLER.
As Told BY Colonel "sandy" Faulkne

"explainer," tells the
story of the origin of the "Arkansaw
Traveller"
Colonel Sandy Faulkner, the original
Arkansaw Traveller, was born in
Georgetown, Scott county, Kentucky,
March 8, 1903. He came to Arkansaw
in 1920 and settled in Chichot county
on the Mississippi river as a cotton
planter. In 1920, Colonel Faulkner,
with his father, the late Nicholas
Faulkner, Virgiuian, by birth,) took
up his residence in Little Rock where
he died August 4, 1874, at the age of
II years.
It is well-known throughout the
northwest that Colonel Faulkner was
the original personator of the "Arkan-
saw Traveller" 1t was his pride to be
known as such. The story, it is said,
was founded on little incident which
occurred in the campaign of 1S40,
when he made the tour of the state in
company with the Hon. A. H. Server,
Governor Fulton, Chester Ashley and
Governor Yell. One day in the Bos-
ton mountain, the party approached a
squatter's for information of the route,
and Colonel "Sandy" was made spokes-
man of the company, and it was upon
his witty response the tune and story
were founded. On returning to Little
Rock, a great banquet was given in the
famous 'bar room" which used to stand
near the Anthony House, and Colonel
"Sandy" was called upon to play the
tune and tell the story. Afterward it
grew into popularity. When he sub.
sequently went to New Orleans, the
fame of the "Arkansaw Traveller" had
gone ahead of him, and at banquet
amid clinking glasses and brilliant
toasts, he was handed violin by the
then governor of Louisiana, and re-
ouested to favor them with the favor
ite Arkansaw tune. At the old st.
Charles hotel a special room was de-
voted to his use bearing in gilt letters
over the door, "Arkansaw Traveller"
DlALO1OCs
Traveller Hello, stranger.
Stranger-Hello, yourself.
T.-Can I get to stay all night with
you?
S.-No, sir; you can't git to
T.-Have you got any spirits here
S.-Lots NV 'em Sal seen one last
night by that ar old boiler gum, aud it
nearly skeered her to death.
T.-You mistake my meaning; have
you got any liquor?
S.-Had some yesterday !; but old
Bose, he got in and Tapped all of il
out'n the pot.
T.-You don't understand don,
mean pot liquor. I'm wet and cold
and want some whisky. Have you got
any?
Sob, yes-I drunk the last this
mornin'.
Tim hungry; haven't had any
thing since morning; can't you give
me something to eat?
S.-Hain't got durn thing in the
house. Not moufful of meat, moi
a dust NV meal here.
T.-Well, can't you give my horse
something?
Scot nothin' to feed i'm on.
T.-How for is it to the next house
ST. don't know, I've never been
thar.
T.-Well, do you know who lives
here
S.-Yes, sir!
T.-As I'm so bold, then, what
might your name be9
SIT might be Dick, anti might be
Tom but it lacks right smart Nv it,
T.-Sr! will you tell me where this
road goes TOP
Sits never gone anywhar since
I've lived here; it's always thar when
I git up in the mornin'.
.T.-Well, how far is it to where it
forks?
SIT don't fork at all but it splits
up like the devil.
T.-As I'm not likely to get to any
other house tonight, can't you let me
sleep in yours; and I'll tie my horse to
a tree, and do without anything to eat
or drink?
S.-My house leaks. Thar's only
one dry spot in it, and me and Sal
sleeps on it. And that thar tree is the
ole woman's persimmon you can't tie
to it, cause she don't want EN- shuk off,
She lows to make beer out'n EN-.
T.-Why don't you finish covering
your house and stop the leaks?
Sits been rainin' all day.
T.-Well, why don't you do it in dry
weather
SIT don't leak then.
T.-As there seems to be nothing
alive about your place but children,
how do you do here, anyhow?
S.-Purty well, thank you, how dc
you do yourself2
Tt mean what do you do for q
living here?
S.-Keep tavern and sell whisky.
T.-Well, I told you wanted some
whisky.
S.-Stranger, I bought bari
morn'n a week ago. You see, me and
Sal went shars. Arter we got it here,
we only had a bit between us, and
Sal she didn't want to use hern fust,
nor me mine. You see l had spig-
gen in one eend, and she in t'other.
So she takes a drink out'n my eend,
and pays me the bit for it; then I'd
take one out'n hern, and give her the
bit. Well, we's getting along fust-rate,
till Dick, burned skulkin' skunk, he
bored hole in the bottom to suck at,