The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-01-08
BACK AFTER 75 YEARS.
An Old Man Renews His Acqualnt-
 ance With Washington.

Washington Dispatch in New York
 Times.
 A tall, lean old man spent some time today wandering through the streets the parks. and finally made bold to enter the White House grounds and look about.
 Pm Dick Beavers frum Clarke county, Virginny," he said to a bystander. An I'm plum confused by all see hyar haint bin hyar sence the wah. But l didn't see much hyar then, for they put me in Old Capitol prison, thinkin' wuz spy. The rebs did the same thing with me, an l done spent time in Libby, too.
 But I think of this hyar town by what seen of it way back wonder when I was leetle boy just out of paddys. I wuz playin' by the road one day when big wagon train kem by. They was five or six four-hoss wagons of wheat an they wuz master fine 'druy of steers, a big lot of sheep, an you'd laff nowadays to see the 300 turkeys that was drlv along just like the steers. They wuz no rail- roads them days, an they driv turkeys to market. At night the turkeys would fly up in the trees an roost, an next mawn- in they would be down airly for some corn an then batter on to town
 Wal" said the old man, taking a bit of snuff from the point of his big bar low jack knife, them wuz good oI days. That train boss asked me to ride with him. He tux me on, an on. an the short of 1t wuz that I kun clar on to Washing ton We camped by the road an we allus had plenty to eat an a good time all the time When we got hyar the boss called me an said: Son, l want ye to do an arrant for me- an he led me out to the flock of sheep and kotched a big ram. This yere ram,' he said. 'wuz sent hyar fum Capt. Jack Weare of Clarke county, t be guy t the President of the United States. The President lives, he said, up wonder in that big white house, an I want ye to take hit up there
 Wal, l tuk the ram, an he wuz big one an made me hustle to make him go, an I fn'ly got up t the White House this hyar place. A black man kem out an a lot of fine dressed men went by but nobody axed me whut I wuz thar for. l made tho black feller understand after a bit whut l wanted, an'e he went in an kem out with tremenjus tall ole man with his white har standin' up high over his head an wearln' a long blue coat with brass buttons. He kem up to me an said:
 Wal my boy, what kin do fer ye?
 q pulled my topknot an said; Capt Jack weare of Clarke county, vergenny, Sir. sends ye his Compliments, Sir, an makes ye a present of this hyar ram, Sir Tn train boss he'd tole me thet speech and made nae larn it by heart.
 "Th ole man he tux the rope that wuz tied round the rams neck an looked at him. He's fine ram,' he said, an I'm mighty glad my old fren Jack Weare has remembered me. I'll take this ram back to my farm in Tennessee an put him at the head of my flock
 ..Then tn ole feller turned to me an matted me on tn head an said: Take my compliments back to Capt Jack Weare an tell him what l say
 Now, stranger said the old man, abruptly, that wuz seventy-fve years ago or more. I'm past ss now. I've never forgot thet ale man an the gloswaggelest whippin when l got back home t pap in Clarke county. But 1 never knew what President of the United States thet WIZ. Who wuz it really?'
 HA was told if was Andrew Jackson.