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William B. Orne, Francis Joseph, Walter Colton, Wm. Hobart, James Adams, James Boggs. No. We, the undersigned, being each severally sworn on the holy evangelists of Almighty God, depose and say That on the 6th of April, about six o'clock in the evening, as we were walking in the yard of No. 1 and No. 3 prisons, just before the usual time of turning in, we heard the alarm bell ring.
If I had, most likely I'd pitched the conversation in a lower key. However, by this time, I'm quarrelsome as a badger; an' a willin'ness for trouble subdooes an' sets its feet on my nacheral cowardice an' holds her down. "'Dave, you-all makes me nervous, says Boggs, with a flash of heat, 'settin' thar lyin' about your timidity that a-way.
As 'llustratin' this yere last, it returns to me some vivid how Cherokee an' Boggs gets to prophesyin' one day, an' how they calls off the play between 'em so plumb c'rrect that a-way, it's more than amazin'; it's sinister. "It's a hot August day, this occasion I has in mind, an' while not possessin' one of them heat-gauges to say ackerate, I'm allowin' it's ridin' hard on sech weather as this.
Zane thought the feast he had arranged for Isaac would be a fitting occasion for the breaking of the cask. Major McCullough, Capt. Boggs and Hugh Bennet had been invited. Wetzel had been persuaded to come. Betty's friends Lydia and Alice were there.
"'Which this newspaper business is shorely gettin' some bilious, not to say hectic, a whole lot, says Dan Boggs, as we reads this. 'I wonder if these yere folks means fight? "'Why, says Enright, 'I don't know as they'd fight none if we-all lets 'em alone, but I don't see how we can. This sort of racket goes on for years in the East, but Wolfville can't stand it.
I allows it's 'cause he's among rank strangers, an' he figgers it's a good safe play to lookout his game for himse'f. "'I wonder couldn't we sing him to sleep, says Cherokee Hall. "'Nothin' ag'in a try, says Jack, some desp'rate, wipin' his lips after the drink. "'S'pose we-alls gives him "The Dyin' Ranger" an' "Sandy Land" for an hour or so, an' see, says Boggs. "In we trails.
As the ball progressed, and at the particular desire of those present, Mr. Boggs and Mr. Thompson entertained the company with that difficult and intricate dance known as the 'Mountain Lion Mazourka, accompanying their efforts with spirited vocalisms meant to imitate the defiant screams of a panther on its native hills. These cries, as well as the dance itself, were highly realistic, and Messrs.
"Thar's a moment of silence followin'; an' then this yere ontamed Watkins, tossin' his hand at the sky, shouts out: "'Blaze away! my gray-head creator! You-all has been shootin' at me for twenty years; you ain't hit me yet! "Watkins is close to Boggs when he cuts loose this yere defiance; an' it simply scares Boggs cold! He's afraid he'll get picked off along with Watkins.
Every election has its Mark Hanna; this time it was Jennie Brown, whom Pellams knew as "Boggsie's dig girl cousin." She was the silent spirit of the whole Boggs campaign. Mason, in telling the story of it afterward, said: "Pellams and I were there when the polls opened. That girl was on hand, too, with a gang of Palo Alto girls all ready to start things for Boggsie.
'Yes, said Boggs, 'that's what I like to see, the office seeking the man; you know, a fellow ought to wait and go about his business until people recognize him. I don't like to see a man going around with his hand out, raking the Freshmen in. Then he looks around for applause and slopes out, smoking the last of Lyman's Durham." "He rake in the Freshmen! It would cost too much!
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