Fisher's River (North Carolina) scenes and characters . til the jugs were resorted to. OleJohn and I fared the worst: he was toosick to drink, and I was a rigid teetotaller. Breakfast came on. The attack on thetable was feeble compared with the assaultthe evening before. On leaving, all weredead-heads except myself. The rest hadpaid their way by bringing ole Johnhome. I paid my fare and left, but notalone. Not I. It has ever been my destiny,if there is a bore in reach, he will find me,and cling to me like ones shadow. While paying my bill. Ham shoulderedhis two jugs and prepared for traveling.
Fisher's River (North Carolina) scenes and characters . til the jugs were resorted to. OleJohn and I fared the worst: he was toosick to drink, and I was a rigid teetotaller. Breakfast came on. The attack on thetable was feeble compared with the assaultthe evening before. On leaving, all weredead-heads except myself. The rest hadpaid their way by bringing ole Johnhome. I paid my fare and left, but notalone. Not I. It has ever been my destiny,if there is a bore in reach, he will find me,and cling to me like ones shadow. While paying my bill. Ham shoulderedhis two jugs and prepared for traveling. Stranger, he said, the roads forks jistdown yender; one goes to Eufauly, andtother by Ham Kachels. As Hams a-gwinehome, hell go that fur with yer, and showyer the right road. Suiting action to words, oif he pikedfor the gate. I mounted my horse, whichhad fared better than his master, and on wewent. Ham all the way letting fly a diarrhceaof words and sentences, till we arrived atthe fork of Hams road. Ham then took a good parting look at HAM RACHEL, OP ALABAMA. HAM RACHEL, OF ALABAMA. 267 There he stood, a lean, gaunt-looking speci-men of freakish humanity, about five feeteight inches high, stoop-shouldered, long-armed, and knock-kneed, with a peaked dishface, little black restless eyes, long keen nose,and big ears. His dress was cotton pants,dyed black with copperas and maple bark,a coarse cotton shirt, collar large and open,no vest, coat, nor socks. His hat was old,broad-brimmed, and slouched down over hisshoulders behind, and turned up pants were gallused to their utmostcapacity, leaving considerable space betweenhis knees and the tops of his old broganshoes; not having on drawers, of coursethe skin was exposed. His two jugs werepart of his dress. They hung across hisshoulders, before and behind, suspended toa wide black greasy leather strap, nearlydown to his knees before and his calves be-hind. Thus this stransre fio-ure stood beforeme, independen
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