The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-03-23
got chased out, but not till they'd burned
the other fellows house and the old .WO--

got chased out, but not till they'd burned
the other fellows house and the old Wo-;
man in it.
Evening. Sam. Pain killer? There you
are. Can't drink it here, you know. One
dc .!Ia s That's right th,n Won are
That's booze that stuff; only Kind they
can get here. Ever seen a patn-k1ller 1ag:=
Well, you don't want to unless you're up
There's a worse Kind though. Gin
namon: They drink the alcohol the Gin
namon's kept in when they can steal It:
disa lost six men that way last year
heard of cinnamon DRINKS getting over
1t, but all / ever saw went crazy first
and then turned up their eiE toes ~ doo,,
Looks mild, don't he? He's q mean one.
Got a grudge against a man named White
over the range in the Big Sandy district.
This cuss goes over there one day, doesn't.
find White, but finds his, three kids keep
ing house. Oldest kid not more than ten.
He kills EN- all, but. one OF 'em must
have fought back some for he comes back
with cut in his shoulder. Do anything
to him? No, not in this country.
Whites been kind of looney ever since.
'He'I likely get this kid some day.
Now, there's old Branch with his feet
against the stove. Peddler came along a
couple Of years ago and put up at his
house. Nobody ever saw the pedler
again.
Branch went around wearing fake jew
elry for months. The notion got around
floor, but when they wanted to find out
Branch got some of his kin down there
and they swore they'd kill any party
that came near the place. OF course, that
+ ended it.
amt around tonight Old Beebe: That
dynamited the boatmens cabin; Slason
for refusing, him credit; the Perrin boys
that shot the two revenue officers, the
Nances. that used to work in with the
Hatfield gang. the Repards from Taze-
outfit there and lot of others.
"Oh, there's a, heap of EN- in this camp
You couldn't hardly shoot q man here
without making killing that the law had
ought to have made long ago:
:. If the luInberman are brutallzed theirs
is nothing in their lives to reclaim them
bitter one. particularly in winter.
They must be up at o'clock to take
the train over the mountain where the
cutting is in progress. BY they are at
excepted. they cut and haul all day and
come home SO wearied that they can
hardly crawl.
Most of them are too rar from the. store
to come down except on Saturday nights;
they tunlbIS into their filthy beds and
sleep until the early call.
frowsy, old before their time, chewers Of
snuff drinkers of the vile liquor when
they can get it, degraded in thought and
speech.
The strange part of it is that these crea-
lures are descendants of the best blood
Of the Virginans. You will find the fine
old Virginia names there;. the faces of the
men are often fine in profile, with high
foreheads and well-set eyes, but with the
lower part of the face hopeessly slack.
You can read there the gradual descent
into barbarsm, the degeneracy of con-
slant intermarriage among few fami-
lies.
But to return to Billy Judd. The writer
met him some two weeks later. He wore
a satisfied smile.
'.Did you get Sib Tur1ey?" he was ask
ed
Nav" responded the scion of the Judd
race. ST didn't git Sib. but I got, his
brother. Old Turley shot Paws ear Off last
night. Reckon were goin' to have Il right