WHAT TOUCHED THE TRAPPER'S FEELINGS.

Thames Star, Volume IIII, Issue 1725, 14 July 1874, Page 3

WHAT TOUCHED THE TRAPPER'S FEELINGS.

The scene is that of a dilapidated log cabin in Kansas. Its character, a trapper seated on an inverted tub, playing the first part- of a familiar air upon an old violin, and hi« wife and children in tho background. A stranger outers, and the following colloquy ensues ; :— Stranger—How do you do sir? Are you well? ..- l Trapper—Stranger, kin you call a man who eats three square meals a day, drink* hearty, and sl*eps sound, " well ?" (Fiddles). - Stranger—l think I could. How long have you been living here ? ' Trapper —D'ye see that mountain ther?

Stranger—Well. . •Jkapper—-that wor h'yar when I cum h'yar. (Piddles). Stranger —thank you for the information.

Trapper—you're welcome. Stranger—Can I stay hero to night ? Trapper—•W.qll, you can't stay h'yar. Stranger—How long will it take to get to the next tavern? Trapper—Well, you'll not get there at all, if you stand thar foolin' with me all night. -(Fiddles): . Stranger—How far do you call it to the next tavern?

Trapper—Reckon it's upwards b' some distance.

Stranger—Do *you keep any spirits in this house?

Trapper —I guss thar's plunty down in the graveyard. (Fiddles). . Stranger—How do you cross the river head? A

Trapper -The ducks swim across. (Fiddles). Stranger—How far is it to the forks of the road?

Trapper—The road ain't forked yet in these diggings. (Fiddles). Stranger—Where does this road go to?

Trapper—Well, it ain't moved a step since I've been h'yar. Stranger—Why don't you repair the roof of your house ? It must leak. Trapper—Cos it has been raining like all creation for three weeks.

(Fiddles): • Stranger—Why don't you] mend ifj when it ant raining ? Trapper—Cos then it don't leak. (Eddleg); ' Stranger—Why don't you play the second part of that tune ? Trapper—Cos I don't know it; kin you? - {>i "■-'/■■■''■ . '' ' . .... Stranger—l can. Trapper—You kin! look , h'yar, stranger, any ■ man who can play the second part of that kin go right into Congress onto it. Stranger — Give me the fiddle. (Takes the fiddle, and plays the entire tune).<r' ; -,-,,.-." v:..'-\ ... ■ .■■'....• . 'V • : Trappej Cyelling with joy—That s it, by goll! Do jit again, stranger. Yahoy. (Shaking hands). H'yar, stranger, make yourself at hiome. You can stay a week —live- and die h'yar, if it's agreeable. H'yar, Sal, bring out that jug, an' go dig some' saxafrack root, an make the stranger a cup of tea. Shake hands again, stranger. By goll, you're a tnimp—-you are*! 'Play it again Il— Arkansas Traveller.