The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-17
BY GEORGE BINGHAM
THE pENNYRILE PEOPLE.

The September air was richly scented with pale blue smoke which drifted from the old log barns--the tobacco crop was being cured. Most of the hill fields in the Pennyrile end of Kentucky have been cultivated to death, and allowed to grow wild berry vines. But strips along the course of Pilfer Creek. which twists around through this neighborhood. pro- d1ce heavy I tobacco % and tall FTeen cSrn; dated. two-story log house in clump of walnut trees, at the back of an old field. He was quiet, easy-going fellow when sober, but when he took on too much of "Dink's DeIight''-a brand of whisky made on a small scale. not far away-he became hilariously disposed. and rehshed trouble; "r, wss an oda dS event for GircTit Tony's name on the docket for fighting or racing on public highway. or some oth- CT breach of the peace. But, like other Her name was Lucy Holloway. who was also loved by Les Tilley. a fellow who had come to the settlement few months ', rom Lss went wth lfrday Tony heard of this and after loading up on fighting whiskey, got. on his roan horse and broke up the speaking. A small circular bearing these delight ful tidings was tackled on gate posts and barn doors one day:
 lHcIe Nll DC
 A GRAND BARBECUE AND BRAN
 DANCE
 ON
 PILFER CREEK. SATURDAY,
 SEPT. g.
 Come one. Come all! and have good
 time. Lots of grub. and plenty of re,
 treatments. No intoxicants allowed
 on the grounds.
 This September day at last broke, and, according to old man Odum, Everybody an his dawg was there" Wagons and buggies came loaded down, and then they came afoot through fields and woods. Lank, egg-sucking hounds, sneaked near, licious odor coming from the pork and mutton and beef smoking and browning over long trenches.
 :. The two fiddlers who had been im- ported from over in the Mt. Zion conn- try, and who in their long ride mule back, with fiddles under their arms, had caught dust on their eye-lashes and hair as well as on their backs marched to the with genuine importance. After period of tuning their squeaking instruments, and adjusting bandana handkerchiefs be- tween chin and violin, they whispered to each other and then started 'Nigger in the Woodpile." Couples of all ages and statures pranced out on the saw-dust and swung corners"
 When Les Tilley came into the ring with Lucy Holloway, onlookers glanced around and wondered it Tony Lloyd was feared trouble. But Tony Lloyd was not to be seen. Dinner was announced. and all hands Tined up on each side of the long tables and helped themselves. The dance soon started up again, and every body was having a good time when a pis- tol shot and savage yells accompanied by Tony Loyd came out of the woods. He stopped his horse few yards from the crowd and asked for Les Tilley.
 Come on, Les Tilley! Come on and jest shoot a little! You can have the first shot. Come on down here!'
 All eyes searched for Les, but he had suddenly left the grounds. The consta- bles on hand. fearing trouble. had hur- ried away to raid "crap game" down in the bushes. Tony laughed at the sudden decampment of Lucys escort and went away as boisterously as he came. The dance again started, and with the excep- tion of fist fight, lasted without inter- ruption, until late,
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