The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1902-02-01
PITCHFORK'S
TEXAS TRIP.
(Continued.)

foun' m'self fera spell, an havin'
nobody thar on ther platform ter
throw their arms roun' my neck
fer joy, / felt jes' ike a eorn-fed
hog eatin' hay--sott o. out o. my
line. Consarn, ef everybody jist
didn't come out ter meet every,
body else 'peared ter me! Their
hole depo o Hurrykillum wuz
pack jam. Hit shore put me in
min o. ther time when ther
Smithes an Pitchforks he'd their
family reunionl
strutted up ter lonesumlike
lookin' feller an axed him ef he
knowed anybody tharin ther town
b. ther name o. Shucknubhin.
"Ya-as, pard, | dew know them
air people, an you'll find 'em over
thar on 'tother side o. thet mir tew
story shc5ang in a purity peart
lookin' domercile," he lowed,
pintin' ther way down ther street,
an es hit wuz all lit up with them
air 'iectrick lites | Good see purity
good whar therfelIer wuz ncan-
in, so sed thank ye and wuz
startin off when q big hand comes
down on my shoulder an q voice
seys: "Why, dadburn m buttons,
ef this hyar haint Rube Pitchfork
hissefl How is it, old tarapin2"
/ looked round an thar wuz Cy-
rus Shucknubbin a laffin fit ter
kill. "Glad ter see yer, Cyl" scz
|. "but what in ther blazes be yer
lafIin at?'' "Oh. / air jst 80 tick
led ter see yer, Rube, fer | meyer
lowed thct yew'd ever find ther
way out hyar by yer lonesum."
SEE Cy, sbowin' ther way down
ther street an helpin' me tote my
bundles. "Jurelia an ther fokes'll
shore be glad ter see yer. How
long air yer goin' ter stay out byar
with we'uns? "Oh, | dunno, I"
sez I. "reckon till | gIt tired d
roamin' bout an git a hankerin'
fer Charity an the young 'uns to
home. (" Purity soon we got to ter
ther house, an shore 'nough thay
wuz powerful glad ter see me and
lowed / wuz good fer sore eyes.
but know / Ihaint any doctur an
don't know drafted thing bout
eye treatmint, but | reckon thay
has all sorts o. funny sayings ont
thar, an Texas people air jes' wild
'nough.ter not keer fer nuthin'.
We 'chawed ther rag es ther
feller sez, fer a spell an Cy lows
/ mus be mought, hungry, 50
bein's / didp'tubject, Jurelia, she
isot bout fixin mic up "a snack s'
supper, an arter thct we sot down
and had a long talk on one thing
| o. nuther till hit wuz time fer ter
60 ter bed. Cy, he showed me my
room an hoped I'D have good
rest ez he lowed ter take me
round ther kuntry mex day.
got inter bed an 1 reckon hit
muster bin ther strange bed o
nuther but | drcemed all mite
bout bein' on q train goin' at q
thousan' miles a hour an bout
cowboys a havin' a dance on my
kyarcass an bout a hundrud nth
er devilmints.
| got up bout daylite an woke
up Cyrus, an thet wife o. his'n,
Jurelia, and arter eatin' we (Cy
an me) went out ter see whut
Hurrykillum look'd like. | shore
wuz 'sprized, fer / lowed every,
body wuz cowboys IN Texas an
do nuthin' but have II good time
an punch cattle on ther parary,
when hyar Ifoun' people jes' like
in Mississippi, a doin' all kinds o
wurk. Hit peared ter be a mough
ty nice town till thet mite when ;
feller Gums up to me an Cyrui
an lows we'd better cum on tel
ther necktie party down ther rode
| lowed ez how Cy Good go but
didn't banker arter dancln'. Ther
| Cy lows thet hit wuzn't goin' tel
be but one a dancin' an he a doin
| hit in ther air ez thay wuz 'tendln
ter hang a man fer steelin cattl,
down by ther crossroads thet mite
Wa-al, yew kin bet yer old cloast
that | never went ter thet Texas
sushiable an / kinder felt ez how
It'd ruther he back on my farm II
ICoontrack, an ef hit wuzn't feI
feer thet thay'd a laft at me,
reckun I'd a packed up rite thei
| an thar.
| Wa-ai, l heerd ez how ther COW
boys had tharc party all rite, an
didn't feelso sorry when Cy low
ed ther feller he'd bin a stealth
cows an sich like frum pore wild
ders an childrun who never hat
but one muther.
Mex day me an Cy went dow
ter Beaumont an sich a time yey
never seed. Why, gosh darn hit
hit 'peared like everybody wuz o.
his way ter git ther doctur. AL
ther streets wuz pack-jam wit
people, an all wuz busy. doin
what ! don't know, fer | neve
seed 'em totin' anything roun
'ceptin' pieces O. paper what Z
lowed wuz maps an sich like. M
an Cy went out ter see ther plac
whar thay wuz a diggiD' fer oil
an / never did see sich sitel
wuz always berleevin' thet tina
digged ther wells like we do q
homo, but bless yer hide thay WI
a driyin' pipes in ther groun' iik
ther devil beatin' tanbark, an
foller lows ez chow thet we'll
his'n wuz Down tew thousan' fe'
in ther groun'. / tell yer thet
gittin' down deep, an | feer'
thay'll be gittin' notice frum th'
Cinnamon purity soon ter quit tire