Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1906-01-25

than be called upon to atten' anothah.
ooh yes. It's jes' s tell you. Proc
tor Knott he's got good deal to an
sub TO-, changin' of the good ole con-
ditions Of Kentucky. Things amt the
same's they was down theah in my
time, that Is, allus leavin' out Hsrrcds-
burg, you undehstan'.
IF you have any teahs to shed pre-
paah to shed them now when tell you
OF the death of Clabe Jones, whut oc-
cu'd jes' outside O. Harrodsburg on the
Lexington pike, about TO- miles from
town.
"Clabe Jones he was originally from
Rowan county When Proc he callel
that theah peace conference. Clabe he
run away ruthah than suffah the hui
initiation of attendin' Of 1t. He run
away to Harrodsburg SOS to live out
the res Of his days in peace n quiet
ude. Seems he didn' know ve'y much
about Harrodsburg.
"But, ennway, Clabe he was match
ully ve'y peaceful, long sufferin' man.
He didn' have mon IS notches In his
stick, Clabe didn', and he was perfec'
gentleman. Theah want a soul In
Rowan but would tell you that Clabs
Jones was a perfec' gentleman.
you've nevah bin to Rowan coun-
ty? It's jes' IS well. The people theah
walk about in the da'k with lanterns
mountainous distric', you know. Well,
whenevah man with a lantern saw
Clabe Jones a loomin' in the distance
he dropped his lantern and run. You
could allus tell wheah Clabe had been
wallxin' the night befo' by the num-
bah of lanterns strewed laik ovah the
road. But these same people t dropped
their lanterns they would be the fust
to tell you that Clabe was a perfec'
gentleman.
"Clabe he want to say venomous
man. He was just thorough. That was
all. He would allus stop shootin' when
he had finished.
"He wouldn't keep on shootin' and
shotin' jes' 70 divilment when theah
want nuthin' to shoot at He was a
patient, quiet man, with a long gray
beahd, Clabe was. and sevvul shot
guns.
"Once he stahted out huntin' TO
some man or othah he thought needed
pepperin-and he mus a needed 1t or
Clabe wouldn't O thought Of givin' it
to him-when the sheriff, embold'ned
by extra drink or somethin stepped
up to him and called to him to halt.
You'd hahdly call 1t call eithah. 1t
WAS WAS mo ifaiIifk-S whispah.
'Mistah Jones', says ne wEverIn'iy
I'm afeahd I'll have to ares you TO
carryin' of concealed weppuns.'
"Clabe was a patient, long sufferin'
man, as 1 tell you. He didn't shoot
him. He jes' looked ovah bis head and
said to him, p'intin' explanito'ily to
The boss pistols protrudin' from his hip
pockets, the bowe knives, the handles
of which was stickln' out O. his boots.
and the double barrld shotgun ovah
his shouldah, and he says, says he:
"'Do you call these heah weppuns
concealed weppuns, sah?'
Then he pushed him gently aside
without putin single bullet through
him and went on huntn' TO his man.
mo, Clabe he want g hasty s they
make him out. He wouldn't deliber-
ately up and shoot everybody he como
across. Not a tall.
Il used to visit Clabe quite frequent
ly aftah he come to Harrodsburg, and
to show you how honorable he was,
mus tell you how he allus offered me
a shotgun to protec' myself in case the
conversation took a unexpected tu'n
and annoyed him.
"Sevyul friends and me we used to
take dinnah with Clabe now and agin.
We all set aroun' the table with ouah
double barr'ld shotguns at ouah sides,
ready; but Clabe he want nevah to
say himself aftah that theah peace con-
ference Of Proctor Knots. Nevah was
himself. Nevah in a single instance did
he allow the conversation to lead into
channel whut would lead to the use
| Of the double-barr'ld shotguns.
Whats that? Yes. AS you say, we
mus a bin somewhat particular our
se'ves. You ah right, g usual. We
was.
"Oh, yes. Proc he's responsible 70
the condition of things now in Ken
lucky. No promiscuss shootin' to
amount to anything, no cleanin' out OF
communities, no nuthin'. Mos s still
and peaceful g a civilized country Ken
lucky is these days, 'xceptin', OF cose,
a pitched battle now and then in Har-
! rodsburg
"But Clabe Jones death, that wus
the saddest paht of 1t ALL Not that he
died to say a natchul death, but wait
till tell you.
"Ole Clabe he was putty fon' of drink
in his las days, putty fond of drink
Took to drink, in fac, to drown his
troubles aftah that theah peace confer
ence.
We'll, one day aftah he'd bin howl
in drunk TO- couple Of days befo,' old
Clabe he woke up with head on him
| happened to be with him at the time
He was absolutely perishin' TO a leetle
Of the hide Of the dog whut bit him.
He'd sent his niger TO Harrods-
burg To- a couple Of bottles of the hide
He was waikiki up and down, up and
down, me settin' theah with him, my
double barr'pd shotgun whut he had