338 THE LUKE UGHTWOOD LEGACY. 



or camp meetin', said to myself, you may take my 

 puss, take my hoss, take my liker, but leave me my 

 karecter, fur it's a stake as'll do to lariat to the wost 

 night that kin fall. I've had some satisfaction, feller 

 citizens," continued the speaker ; "I've had some satis- 

 faction, for I've laroped that cussed peddler ontwill I 

 don't think he's gwine to git in a hoss's way agin soon. 

 Whippin' the cuss has put a bad taste in my mouth ; 

 less all go back to the grocery and licker." 



The Colonel descended from the stump amid the 

 loud applause of his audience, most of whom were 

 soon proceeding back to the town to avail themselves 

 of his general invitation. 



"Squire," said the Colonel in a low tone to me, as 

 we rode back together, "keep dark, but I ain't as bad 

 hurt as you mout suppose. I compt'd with Keeno, and 

 got back half my stake. And mind, I don't say 

 they're fraudulous to my certain knowledge, but I'm 

 mighty afeard that Keeno, or whoever locates, will 

 find difhkilty in gettin' patterns on them surtifikits 

 he's got— left." 



FLUSHED. 



In the spring of 185-, Tom J. and myself 



were employed upon opposite sides of a cause, which 

 was set to be tried before the Probate Court of Poin- 

 sett County, Arkansas. Lawyers are always cheek 

 by jowl, except when actually engaged before the 

 Court ; consequently, we started and traveled to the 

 county seat together. As each wished to examine the 



