The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 27, 1955 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, April 27, 1955
Page 13
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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27,1955 (ARK.) couwra NEWS PAGE THIRTEEN OU * iOARDlNG HOUSI ~ wiHl M ' iof H ^ to " '"XtW-VA$,JAVfc~MAK-*AFF.'? Y'WiOWjAMO^HAMiM'A FAMOUS *"V •MpVwaST BUT A6 V»U StfOTHCR 1« AYJFUi. EMflARRAtttN'/I j^^S "JOSeV -~-We RUB5S KJEEP " A ^ AVvtoLjRfi wvwtcv •c PlEASE. RLWFDRD, NO MOKE " PUM.UERS"— THIS SETTINS 15 TOO. POMAMTIC FOR THAT/ I AM DESTROYED- IFYOU SO MUCH AS NA«t ME , 1 AM DE«*Ot- ISHED. IF TOU SPEAK. AT ALL TOU BREAK ME. WHAT AW I ?' OUT OUR WAY •y J. R. Williomi DEATH OF A LEGEND WILL HENRY JT1 was May 27,1856. As far -1 as the eye might reach across the coiling creeks and lloamy bottomlands of Old Missouri, spring lay every•where upon the land. Everywhere, perhaps, save in the hearts and minds of the two small boy» lingering in the warming dust of Centerville's Pleasant Grove schoolyard. The elder of the boys, a •quare-shouldered lad ot 13, spat uneasily into the dirt "Dingus," be said to his companion, "what you reckon has happened to Bud? 1 bet he's tboken another hiding from Old Colonel." The smaller boy, clearly his brother, did not answer at once. He was no more than eight years old, and poorly grown for that age. His pale blue eyes appeared weak and watery and he blinked them with a nervous constancy bordering affliction. His voice was as thin and quick as . the blink of his strange eyes. "Bud will show up," was all he said. "Well, supposing he don't?" challenged the other. "You meaning to go on through with it, anyways?" Dingus looked at him. "Ma wants that nigger back, and we know where he is," he said. He said it as if it was the last word on the subject. The older boy. impressed, was not quite convinced. "Uncle Eben's no good anyhow you look at him," he objected. "He ain't worth a mouthful of ashes and you know it." "You losing your sand, Buck?" There was a touch of impulsive angei in the smaller boy's question. Surprisingly, the older lad deferred to it. "No, Dingus. It's just that them thieving Jayhawkers is sort of worked up right now, what with old John Brown having pulled off that raid only the other day, and all. Maybe we'd ought to wait." "We done waited three days now!" snapped Dingus. Buck grimaced ' unhappily, tried from another direction. "Ma will hide you, certain, when she learns you swiped the gun again." Dingus blinked rapidly. "She ain't going to learn." His small hand tightened on the butt of the big revolver protruding from his frayed waistband. "Well, any- ways, yonder comes Bud." Bud was outwardly cut from a different bolt of cloth than either of his two friends. He was a tall boy, a head taller than Buck though a full year younger. Where the adolescent youth will generally be a gawkish caricature of the man to come, Bud was already peculiarly handsome. He walked like a young lion—large of bone, big of paw, loose of joint and still, to be sure, a little awkward in his growing strength. He came up to Buck and Dingus now, grinning broadly. "Let's cut," he greeted them. There was little in their appearances or attitudes to suggest the desperate nature of their mission. The fact remained that three small boys, accompanied only by a rusted revolver, were Intending to swim the Big Muddy in spring flood, cross into enemy Kansas and free a Negro field hand liberated but 72 hours earlier in the opening slave raid of Old Missouri's "dork and bloody" Border War. • » • *> DINGUS hitched up his gal- luses, spat into the dust of Old Sam's front yard. As he started for the front stoop his whistle »nd the willow switch he had picked up en route were going full blast. When his reaching foot struck the llrst plank ot the weathered Copyright 1954 b, WIH Henry. U«d br 1 " "=—•--"- Old Sam Pellls' eyes narrowed. "How come JOB know my name, boy?" stoop, his high-pitched, "Hello, in there! Anybody at home?" sang out with innocence and purity. Out back by the smokehouse, the Redbone hound • missed a snore, pulled his head up out of the dust, cleared the crusted flies from around his nostrils with a suspicious "whoof!" Presently, he got up, stretched, yawned, trotted around the house. here and we dassn't cut and run. Ebe's turned his cussed ankle and cain't do no more than gimt along." Bud wasn't flustered. But frightened, no-. Buck, chiming anxiously in, was both. Dingus shifted his glance, including Bud In the level cold of the look. "We ain't got a blessed thing to fret about excepting that old hound. He's a quarter mile On the front stoop Dingus up on Old Pettls. We'll just^ leave waited, hearing the approach ot him come along up to us." the hound and hearing the stir Seconds later. Old Hickory of the old man moving inside the '• came up to them. He stopped 20 house. Shortly, Sam Pettis came feet away and bawled four times out. He listened to Dingus's polite i in a row, letting Pettls know he "Please, sir, can I have a drink ' had the game treed. Then he of your well?" ' dropped his bony rear into the "Old Hickory won't bother you bottom loam and began to none," said Pettis. "He ain't got scratch. His job was done. but four teeth left to his head. is half blind and cain't hear a shotgun six feet away Only thing he's got left that's any account is his nose." "Oh, thank you, sir! I sure am beholden to you, Mr. Pettis!" Old, Sam Pettis' eyes narrowed. "How come name, boy? you know rny He moved toward Dingus with the question, what was supposed to be a fetching smile. Dingus was not in the market for any fetching smiles. He backed away a bit faster than somewhat. Then, just as the old man was reaching for him, a saving, ear- splintering noise came ripping into the quiet from the direction of the forgotten smokehouse. "What was that!" roared Old Sam. Dingus could have named the noise for him. But he didn't bother. As the old man ran past him to get a clear view of the back yard, he was saving all his breath for a run and jump over the Iront picket, fence. For what the fiery old Kansas abolitionist was glaring at was the barefooted flight across his young cornfield of a re-liberated Missouri slave and two Clay County farm boys. Not to mention an old revolver which was banging at the heels of the terrified Negro. * • • DINGUS, circling tar east ot the cornfield, saw the old man and the hound move across the mounded rows of the corn patch He saw,, too, the bounce cf the May sun oft the twin barrels ot the 12-gauge. And hoard, as well, the bawling notes of the dog's voice. He himself could cut and drift The hound was not running his track. But that was not the plan, and when Dingus made a plan, nobody, not him nor anybody else, fooled around with that plan. He had said they would Join back up at the slough north of Old Pettis 1 place, and that is what they would do. He found them waitini ,g for him. And even as they talked, the belling of the old Redbone drew nearer ind nearer. "Now what are we going to do. Ding?" It was Bud loins the asking. "Wt dassn't itick "Take that rope you brung along and snub him to yonder sapling," Dingus ordered Bud quickly. "Snub him good and short." Bud slipped the rope around his neck and led him uncom- coinplaining down the slough toward the cottonwcpd indicated by Dingus, who followed him, "Get out of my way," said Dingus. The other boy moved unthinkingly aside. As he did, Dingus stepped past him. Bud's mouth dropped in shocked disbelief. "Here now, Dingus!" he cried. "Shut up!" snapped his pale- eyed companion, and holding the big gun with both small hands he shoved it into the side of the old dog's head and pulled the trigger. * 4 « MR. HURLBURT PEABODY heaved his daily vast sigh of relief and closed the Pleasant Grove schoolhouse doors from the inside. H« leaned against them a minute, praying in silence that Providence would soon send him some more rewarding labor than that of Centerville schoolmaster. Mr. Peabody was, withal, a sanguine man. In his moments of rare relief, such as tht present one, he did not hesitate to count his blessings. This day, those blessings had b«n three in number, and three in the order of their classroom nicknames, to wit: "Bud," "Buck," an<J "Dingus." Any day which saw those three failing to appear in school was one to be thankfully recorded. With full gratitude, now, the weary headmaster made his way to his desk and ux>k up his attendance book. Ah. indeed, he thought, what's in a name? Those three names for present Instance, now Such nice names they were.. As the headmaster had paused to note, they were fine, Christian names. "Younger, Thomas Colenisn." "James, Alexander Franklin." 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