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Show TOO SLOW FOR HIM. Dull Cirlitmss Season Drove Native from His State, Two or three data after Christmas, aa I wii Journeying along tho high way wllch follow tho French llroad river noit of the way IhroiiRli tho Cumberlind range, I met a native, who balled to aik: "Did Uiey'una down at Whlto'a Cove mako auch ot a fuss over Christ mas?" "No, tot much," I replied. "They had a Qrlilmas turkey shoot In tho aftcrnoct and a dance. In tho evening." even-ing." "Man; men killed In tho afternoon?" after-noon?" J, "I dldit hear of any being killed?" "Jell filled turkeys, eh?" "ThnfJall." I "Andthey had a dance In tho oven-In'," oven-In'," hc'qucrled, after a pause. "AMbody killed nt tho danco?" "Not everything went off very pltnantly. Thero was but llttlo drink-Inc. drink-Inc. and no quarreling at all," "Shoo! Wal, atrangcr, If that'a so, then It't my oplnyuti that this yore kentry am about busted, and I reckon I'll go over to No'th Carollnyl" And ho shouldered his gun and walked oft llko a man who meant to ciou tho atato lino beforo sundown. TheMlcr. |