The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-10-21

Down in the Ague Belt there was a town
called Miasma. 1t needed Paint. SIDE Walks.
Tooth Brushes and Bibles. AS for General
Debility and good. keen splitting Tobacco IL
had a Daisy Sufficiency and then some
more.
Fastidious People who wear silk Travel
ing Caps and buy II. Rider Haggaros
Works of the Train Boy used to look at
Miasma while the Train was stopping no
longer than IT had to. and exclaim, Just
think of leaving Little Rock and coming
out here to Liver
But the Town that is Small and Ratty Is
just the Town that supposes Itself TO be the
sure-enough Essence of Gazams- Everybody
In Miasma believed that the Sun rose just
in the edge of Widow Clevison's Hog Lot
and set over yon side of Nubbin Ridge
While the Residents were Standing around
on the warm side Of the General Store so
as to get shut of the Daily Chill they
would feel sorry for Folks that had to put
up with Brooklyn and Old Point Comfort.
Now, it happened that a Boston Biologist
had been in those Parts collecting Amphib
ious Fauna. The Natives called them Var
minis and Sarpentile Insects.
One Day the Biologist sat on a long
WASTED Truck at the Station Platform and
waited for the Train that was TO carry him
to some Place where he could get Beans
properly cooked. He had his Satchel be-
tween his Legs and was reading the Num-
bers on the Freight Cars in order to enter
tain himself.
Presently a Native appeared and walked
back and forth in front of the Boston Man
The Native had a Saffron Complexion and
wore high-heeled Boots. Every time he
stepped there was muffied Castanet Effect
caused by the Quinine Pellets. Every one
in Miasma took Quinine, except the Boston
Biologist, and he took Quin-een.
The Native wore on and about his Person
and somewhat exposed to View a 4s-Caliber
Cannon, a Bowie Knife large enough for
spading the Garden and several rows of
Cartridges
IT reckon we've got the purest Climate
and the noblest People in Gods Green Foot
STOOL" remarked the Native. pausing in
front OF the Biologist. Don't say Different
or / may have to Gallop right through
you"
Life is very sweet to me-" said the Bos-
ton Man. II am just getting my Golf Score
below 12o So I will not Contradict you.
Only would like to ask
"Come on with it," said the Native.
II would like to ask who held you while
they strapped all those Chatelaine Effects
on your
II wear these Weepins in order to protect
my Honor" replied Mr.. Janders for such
was his Name.
Your Honor must be hard pushed If you
have to tote such an Extensive Kit with
which to defend it," observed the Boston
Man.
well, I've got a Reputation that reaches
up and down the Road" said Mr. Janders
1--WE never been Curried below the Knees
I'm Long and Woolly. I've got seven or
eight Fiery Nostrils and holes bored for
more. I'm Pizen Ivy and can't be handled
/ hate to talk about myself. but I must
say I'm a Brave Little Man."
At that Moment the Train pulled in and
the Boston Biologist hurried aboard. resum-
ing the Conversation as he leaned out from
the open Window OF the Car.
You say you are a Brave Man?" he
asked
You heerd me- replied the Native,
picking his Teeth with the Bowie
What is your Definition of Brave
Man?' asked the Biologist
IA Brave Man is one who is not afeerd to
DE-" answered Mr.. Janders
Therefore / take it that you are not
afraid to leave Miasma and take your
Chances" said the Biologist. How long
have you lived here?"
Twenty-seven Years." was the Reply.
The Boston Man looked across the Street
at the dun-colored Hotel propped up by a
comatose Livery Stable. Near at hand was
Pool Of Green Water, within which the
Bacili were croaking loudly. The Skyline
was a row of red clay Hills pin-feathered
with Saplings A brackish Odor of Moon
shine Whisky tingled in the warm Air, and
over the whole detected Landscape lay a
soft Pail Of the real, red Simon-Pure Ma