Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The SearchlightHolt, Mathew Joseph
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Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The Searchlight
Holt, Mathew Joseph
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"He got that lawyer from Pineville by the name of Marshall Bull-it and
the squire thinks the sun rises whar that feller stands. The squire
believed what that lawyer said and jedged that bees is poultry and the
statute says poultry am exempt. I made up my mind that old Elhannon had
to pay that jedgment so a couple of Sundays ago when they went to
meetin', I slipped down to his house and took a look around, counting
off what the statute said was exempt. He had jest what the law 'lowed
him. He had jest one hoss, one yoke of oxen, Tom and Jerry, two cows and
five sheep. One of them sheep was the finest Southdown ram you ever laid
yer eye on. Monday morning before day I went out where my sheep was and
there was a little crippled lamb about a day old. I picked it up and
fotched it down to Elhannon's and drapped it over the fence into his
little pasture, where his sheep were. Then I went down and got that
constable and he come and executed on that ram. Elhannon killed and et
one of his sheep, then he paid me up and took his ram back. If I had a
thousand boys I wouldn't name narry dang one of them Elhannon. I got
another little case what comes up next fall in the Bell Circit Court,
'taint much. I low ter pay a good young lawyer about twenty five bucks
to git me off. 'Bout a month ago I shot Caleb Spencer as dead as a kit
mackrel. I was going over Salt Trace to the mill on the river. When I
got on top of the divide he raised up from behind a log about a hundred
yards off and drew a bead on me. I saw him jest before he pulled and I
dodged. The ball cut out this hole in my hat. I rid right peart, till I
come to Gabe Perkins' then I hopped off my mule and, borrowing his
Winchester, I come back the cut-off footpath. There set that
cold-blooded bush-whacker on the same log, looking down the road the way
I had kited, with his gun kinder restin' on his knees. I rested on a
stump and took him square in the middle of the back. He gave a yell and
jumped erbout five feet, but it was too late to jump. 'Taint nothing to
it, a plain case of self-defense and 'parent necessity. But if you stay
up in this country, I like yer looks and will give yer first chance on
that easy money."
"I thank you for the offer. It is worth at least five hundred dollars to
undertake your defense; as it is not a case of self-defense and apparent
necessity, as you seem to think. Much depends upon the jury in such a
case. You need a good lawyer who will be well acquainted with the panel,
else you may be sent to the penitentiary."
"Son, you've got a lot to larn yit. Man alive! You folks have talked so
much it's nigh erbout bed-time. Why that boy is asleep. Would you like
to turn in?"
CHAPTER II.
CORNWALL MEETS A MOUNTAIN MAID.
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