He shambled into the bar-room of the hotel at Thorntown, a Boone County
village, and, with a bow and a hearty "how-de do to you all," took the
only vacant chair. He scratched a match and lighted his pipe. "Now we'll
be bored with some sort of a long-winded story," whispered some to
others of the loungers present. "Never knowed him to fail," said a lank
fellow, almost loud enough for the subject to hear. "He's our travelled
man," added a youth, who winked as if he were extremely intelligent and
didn't mind letting folks know it.
The man himself whiffed away carelessly at his pipe, now and then
raising one eye higher than the other, to take a sort of side survey of
the persons present. That eye was not long in settling upon me, and
after a short, searching look, gleamed in a well pleased way. He was a
stout formed man of about fifty years, dressed rather seedily, and
wearing a plug hat of enormous height, the crown of which was battered
into the last degree of grotesqueness. He got right up, and, dragging
his chair behind him, came over and settled close down in front of me.
"Stranger here, a'n't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your name's Fuller, a'n't it?"
"No, sir."
"Well, mebbe I'm mistaken, but you're just the picter o' Fuller. Never
was a conductor on a railroad, was you?"
"Never, sir."
"Never was down in the swamps o' South-Eastern Georgy, was you?"
"Never, sir."
"Well, that beats four aces! I could 'a' bet on your bein' Fuller." He
paused a moment, and then added in a very insinuating tone: "If you
_are_ Fuller you needn't be afeard to say so, for I don't hold any
grudge 'gin you about that little matter. Now, sure enough, a'n't your
name Fuller, in fact?"
I glared at the man a moment, hesitating about whether or not I should
plant my fist in his eye. But something of almost child-like simplicity
and sincerity beaming from his face restrained me. Surely the fellow did
not wish to be as impudent as his words would imply.
"Well, stranger, I see I've got to explain, but the story's not overly
long," said he, hitching up a little closer to me and settling himself
comfortably.
I was about to get up and walk out of the room, when some one of the
by-sitters filliped a little roll of paper to me. Unrolling it I read--
"Let him go on, he'll give you a lively one. He's a brick."
So, concluding that possibly I might be entertained, I lounged back in
my seat.
"You see," said he, "I thought you was Fuller, an' Fuller was the only
conductor I ever stole."
"Stole a conductor," whispered somebody, "that's a new one!"
"I've stole a good many things in my time, but I'm here to bet that no
other living Hoosier ever stole a railroad conductor, an' Fuller was the
only one I ever stole. I stole him slicker 'n a eel. I had him 'fore he
knowed it, and you jist better bet he was one clean beat conductor fore
I was done wi' 'im.
"I kin tell you the whole affair in a few minutes, and I da' say you'll
laugh a good deal 'fore I'm through. You see I went down to Floridy for
my health, and when I had about recivered I got onto a bum in
Jacksonville and spent all my money and everything else but my very
oldest suit o' clothes and my pistol, a Colt's repeater, ten inch
barrel. None o' you can't tell how a feller feels in a predicament o'
that sort. Somethin' got into my throat 'bout as big as a egg, and I
felt kinder moist about the eyes when I had to stare the fact in the
face that I was nigh onto, or possibly quite a thousand miles from home
without ary a dime in my pocket. But if there's one thing I do have more
'n another in my nater it's common sense grit. Well, what you s'pose I
done? W'y I jest lit out for home afoot. Well, sir, the derndest swamps
is them Floridy and Georgy swamps. It's ra'lly all one swamp--the
Okeefenokee. I follered the railroad that goes up to Savanny, and it led
me deeper and deeper into the outlying fringes of that terrible old bog.
When I had travelled a considerable distance into Georgy, and had pretty
well wore my feet off up to my ankle j'ints, and was about as close onto
starvation as a 'tater failure in Ireland, and when my under lip had got
to hanging down like the skirt o' a wore out saddle, and when every step
seemed like it'd be my last, I jest got clean despairing like and
concluded to pray a little. So I got down upon my knee j'ints and put
up a most extra-ornary supplication. I felt every word o' it, too, in
all the marrer of my bones. The place where I was a prayin' was a sort
o' hummock spot in a mighty bad part o' the swamp. Some awful tall pines
towered stupenjisly above me. Well, jest as I was finished, and was a
saying amen, the lordy mercy what a yowl something did give right over
me in a tree! I think I jumped as high as your head, stranger, and come
down flat-footed onto a railroad cross tie. Whillikins, how I was
scared! It was one o' them whooping owls they have down there. It was
while I was a running from that 'ere owl a thinkin' it was a panther,
that the thought struck me somewhere in the back o' the head that I
might steal a ride to Savanny on the first train 'at might pass. 'I'll
try it!' says I, and so I sot right down there in the swamp and calmly
waited for a train. In about a hour here come one, like the de'il a
braking hemp, jist more'n a roaring through the swamp. I forgot to tell
you 'at it was after dark, but the moon was dimly a shining through the
fog that covers everything there o' nights. Well, here come the train,
and as she passed I made a lunge at the hind platform of the last car
and some how or another got onto it and away I went. It was mighty much
softer 'n walking, I tell you, and I was pleased as a monkey with a red
cap on. My, how fast that train did go! I could hardly hold onto where I
wus. You may jist bet I clung on though, and finally I got myself
setting down on the steps and then I was all hunkey. But I didn't have
much time to enjoy myself there, though, for all of a sudden the light
of a lantern shined on me and then somebody touched me and said--
'Ticket!'
"Mebbe you don't know how onery a feller'll feel sometimes when he hears
that 'ere word ticket--'specially when he a'n't got no ticket nor no
money to pay his fare, and too, when he does want to ride a little of
the derndest! That was my fix! I'd 'a' give a thousand dollars for a
half dollar!
'Ticket!'
"He shook me a little this time and held his lantern down low, so's to
see into my face. I know I must 'a' looked like the de'il.
'Ticket here, quick!'
'I've done paid,' said I.
'Show your check then.'
'Lost it,' says I.
'Money, then, quick!'
'Got none,' says I.
'What the ---- did you git onto my train for without ticket or money?
How do you expect to travel without paying, you ---- lousy vagabond! You
can't steal from me; out with your ---- wallet and gi' me the money!
Hurry up!'
'A'n't got no wallet nor no money,' says I.
'Well, I'll dump you off right here, then,' said he, reaching for the
bell-rope to stop the train.
'For the Lord's sake let me ride to Savanny!' says I.
'A dam Northerner, I know from your voice!' said he, pulling the rope.
The train began to slack and soon stopped.
'Get off!' said the conductor.
'Please l'me ride!' says I.
'Off with you!'
'Jist a few miles here on the steps!'
'Off, quick!'
'Please----'
'Here you go!' and as he said the words he tried to kick me off.
"In a second I was like a Bengal tiger. I jumped up and gethered him and
we went at it. I'm as good as ever fluttered, and pretty soon I give him
one flat on the nose, and we both went off 'n the platform together. As
I started off I happened to think of it, so I grabbed up and pulled the
bell-rope to signal the engineer to drive on. 'Hoot-toot!' says the
whistle, and away lick-to-split went the train, and slashy-to-splashy,
rattle-o-bangle, kewoppyty-whop, bump, thud! down me and that 'ere
conductor come onto a pile o' wore out cross ties in the side ditch, and
there we laid a fightin'!
"But you jest bet it didn't take me long to settle _him_. He soon began
to sing out ''nuff! 'nuff! take 'm off!' and so I took him by the hair
and dragged him off 'n the cross ties, shot him one or two more under
the ear with my fist, and then dropped him. He crawled up and stood
looking at me as if I was the awfulest thing in the world. I s'pect I
did look scary, for I was terrible mad. His face was bruised up
mightily, but he wasn't a bleeding much. He was mostly swelled.
'Where's my train?' says he, in a sort o' blank, hollow way.
'Don't ye hear it?' I answered him, 'It's gone on to Savanny!'
'Gone! Who told 'm to go on? What'd they go leave me for?'
'I pulled the bell rope,' says I.
'_You?_'
'Yes, _me_!'
'What in the world did you do _that_ for, man?'
''Cause you wouldn't let me ride to Savanny!'
'What'll I do! What'll I do!' he cried, beginning to waltz 'round like
one possessed.
"I laughed--I couldn't help it--and at the same time I pulled out my old
pistol.
'Yah-hoo-a!' yelled another owl.
'For the sake o' humanity don't kill me!' said the conductor.
'I'm jest a going to shoot you a little bit for the fun o' the thing,'
says I.
'Mercy, man!' he prayed.
'Ticket!' says I.
"He groaned the awfulest kind, and, by the moonlight, I saw 'at the big
tears was running down his face. I felt sorry for him, but I kinder
thought 'at after what he'd done he'd better pray a little, so I
mentioned it to him.
'I guess it mought be best if you'd pray a little,' says I, cocking the
pistol. My voice had a decided sepulchreal sound. The pistol clicked
very sharp.
'O, kind sir,' says he, 'O, dear sir, I never did pray, I don't know how
to pray!'
'Ticket or check!' says I, and he knowed I was talking kind o' sarcasm.
'Pray quick!'
"He got down and prayed like a Methodist preacher at his very best
licks. He must 'a' prayed afore.
"About the time his prayer was ended I heard a train coming in the
distance. He jumped up and listened.
'Glory! Heaven be praised!' says he, capering around like a mad monkey,
'They've missed me and are backing down to hunt me! Where's my lantern?
Have you a match? Gi'me your handkerchief!'
'Not so fast,' says I; 'you jest be moderate now, will you? I've no
notion o' you getting on that train any more. You jest walk along wi'
me, will you?'
'Where?' says he.
'Into the swamp,' says I; 'step off lively, too, d'you hear me?'
'O mercy, mercy, man!' says he.
'Ticket!' says I, and then he walked along wi' me into the swamp some
two or three hundred yards from the railroad.
"I took him into a very thickety place, and made him back up agin a tree
and put back his arms around it. Then I took one o' his suspenders and
tied him hard and fast. Then I gagged him with my handkerchief. So far,
so good.
"Here come the train slowly backing down, the brakesman a swinging
lanterns, and the passengers all swarming onto the platforms. Poorty
soon they stopped right opposite us. The conductor began to struggle. I
poked the pistol in his face and jammed the gag furder into his mouth.
He saw I meant work and got quiet.
"The passengers was swarming off 'n the train and I saw 'at I must git
about poorty fast if I was to do anything. I soon hit on a plan. I jist
stepped back a piece out o' sight o' the conductor and turned my coat,
which was one o' these two-sided affairs, one side white, t'other brown.
I turned the white side out. Then I flung away my greasy skull cap and
took a soft hat out 'n my pocket and put it on. Then I watched my chance
and mixed in with the passengers who was a hunting for the conductor.
'Strange what's become o' him,' says I to a fat man, who was puffing
along.
'Dim strange, dim strange,' says the big fellow, in a keen, wheezing
voice.
"Well, you never saw jist sich hunting as was done for that conductor.
Everybody slopped around in the swamp till their clothes was as wet and
muddy as mine. I was monstrous active in the search. I hunted
everywhere 'cepting where the conductor was. Finally he got the gag spit
out and lordy how he did squeal for help. Everybody rushed to him and
soon had him free.
"It tickled me awful to hear that conductor explaining the matter. He
told it something like this:
'Devil of a great big ruffian on hind platform. Asked him for ticket.
Refused. Tried to put him off. Grabbed me. Smashed my nose. Flung me
off. Pulled the bell-rope, then lit out on me. Mauled ---- out o' me.
Had a pistol two feet long. Made me pray. Heard train a coming. Took me
to swamp. Tied me and sloped. Lord but I'm glad to see you all!'
"We all went aboard o' the train and I rode to Savanny onmolested. The
conductor didn't mistrust me. He asked me for my check and I told him
'at I'd lost it a thrashing round in the bushes a hunting him. That was
all right.
"When we got to Savanny I couldn't help letting the conductor know me,
so as I passed down the steps of the car I whispered savagely in his
ear:
'Ticket! dod blast you!'
"He tried to grab me as I shambled off into the crowd, but I knowed the
ropes. I heard him a shoutin'--
'There he goes! Ketch him, dern him, ketch him!' But they didn't.
"That conductor's name was Fuller, and I swear, stranger, 'at you look
jest like him! Gi' me a match, will you, my pipe's out. Thanky. Hope I
ha'n't bored you. Good bye all."
He shambled out and I never saw him again.