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Show ! . , A CO EN-FED HXJMOBIST, I It Is not alone the American of the cities or of the brisk West, or social ppllman smoker, who Is a native storyteller. story-teller. The dweller in" the isolated valley val-ley of : the Southern mountains, who knows not the shriek of the locomotive, and whose experience of the world is bounded by the red clay roads of his home country, likes his little Joke .as well as the beat farceur of them all. Two gentlemen were Uaveling in one of the hiU countries of . Kentucky, not Jong; ago, bound on an exploration for Sitch- pine.. They had been driving for wo hours without encountering a hu-mn hu-mn being, when they came in sight of cabin in, a clearing. It was very still, 'he hogs lay where they had fallen, the thin clay-bank mule gazed 'round nd 'round in a neat, circle, to save the trouble of walking, and one lean, lank tnan, whose garments were the color Of the clay-bank mule, leaned against 1. tree and let time roll by. "Wonder if he can speak?" said one raveler to the other. , "Try him," said his companion. The two approached the man, whose ellovlsh eyes regarded them without apparent curiosity. ... I "How do you do," said the Northerner. North-erner. - I "Howdy," remarked the Southerner languidly. "Pleasant country." "Fur them the likes it." ' I "Lived here- all your life'" I The Southerner spat pensively In" the dust. "Not ylt." he said. The Reader. |