PLGE SIX
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EXCERPTS FROM
THE HISTORY OF DALLAS
By WILLIAM PENN RYMAN
(Editor's Note—Mr. Ryman’s History of
Dallas was written in 1885. It is important,
then, for the reader to remember that when
Mr. Ryman uses the present tense he is speak-
ing of Dallas it was in the 1880, not as it
is in 1937.)
On one of my father’s trips to White Haven
from Dallas to sell farm produce, one of the labor-
ers died. He was a Catholic and there being no
consecrated ground nearer than Carbondale, my
father lent his team of oxen and sled for one dollar
to haul the body to Carbondale for burial.
Ox teams were much more numerous than all
others combined in those days. They were less ex-
pensive to keep and had another advantage of be-
ing converted into beef when no longer useful for
work. There was still other advantages in favor
of oxen for that time and place. They were more
easily managed than horses, they needed no har
ness, their slowness and gentleness better fitted them
for the work in the woods and on the stumpy new
land.
LIKED OTHER PASTIMES
Among the few traits of the ox was some-
times the habit of wanting to pasture in some other
field than the one into which he had been put,
commonly known as being *‘breachey.”
It is said on one occasion some one called on
Samuel H., a well known farmer of Dallas, to buy
a yoke of oxen. Mr. H. was much afflicted with
stammering. ~ His oxen were beautiful to look at,
and quite filled the stranger's eyes, and the price
asked for them was satisfactory.
The stranger began to question Mr. H. as to
their qualities. “Are they sound?” asked the
stranger.
“Y-y-y-y-y-yes,” responded Mr. H.
“Are they gentle?” resumed the stranger.
“Y-y-y-yyyes. stammered Mr. Mi.
“Are they breachey?” continued the stranger.
“Th-th-th-th-they never bother me any,” an-
swered Mr. H. again after an unusual paroxysm of
stammering.
Seeing the apparent innocence of Mr. H. and
the pitiable effort it caused him to continue the con-
versation, the stranger closed the bargain at this
and took the oxen.
He was not long in finding out the real char-
acter of the animals, and returned: demanding sat-
isfaction of Mr. H,
He began by accusing Mr. H. of all kinds of
deception and lying.
“You sold me those oxen,” said he, “and told
me they were not breachey, and they are the worst
I ever saw. I can’t keep them in the township.”
NEVER BOTHER HIM ANY
“Ne-ne-ne-never told you any such th-th-th-
thing,” replied Mr. H. “Y.-y-y-y-you asked me if
the oxen were breachey, and I'I'I-I-I'I told you they
n-n-n-n-never did, because I wouldn't 1-1-I-let such a
thing bother me.”
This fact came forcibly to the stranger's rec-
ollection and he departed, filled, no doubt, with the
conviction that greatest deception can sometimes be
practiced with a literal truth.
This stammering was, however, genuine with
the farmer and he had grave difficulty in uttering
certain words. One of the unpronounced with him,
I remember, was “shilling’.
He used to struggle and chaw at that word
for a long time and was never able to pronounce
it. The only way he could express what he was
trying to say was by switching off suddenly and
substituting “leven penny bit,” which he could
say quite readily. Another story is told of him in
trying to sell a pair of oxen, one of which (the
near one) was good and the other one of small
value. He would say: “That n-n-near ox is the
b-b-b-best ox you ever s-ss-s-saw, and the other one
is his mate.”
Mr. H. was withal a man of quick wit and
much good nature, and had the esteem of his neigh-
bors and those who knew him best.
SCOUT DIED A PAUPER
Abram Pike, the “Indian killer,” was a wan-
dering medicant for many years prior to his death.
He was found dead one morning in a barn near
the present residence of George Ide in Lehman
(then Dallas) township.
He was buried by Dallas townsfolk as a
pauper, under an apple tree near the Presbyterian
Church in old “Ide Burying ground” in the pres-
ent township of Lehman.
The following incident, connected with his
later years, has been told me, which I do not re-
member to have heard or seen in print before.
The owners of an eel ware in the Susquehanna
River, just above the gas house at Wilkes-Barre,
had strong suspicions that some one was stealing
their fish, and set a watch to catch him. Ia due
course the thief was caught, and it proved to be
poor Pike.
He was taken down to old Hollenback’s store-
house, which stood on the river bank, a short dis-
tance below Market Street, and locked up. Some
waggish boys put up a card over the door, “The
largest Pike ever caught in the Susquehanna River,
now on exhibition here—Admission 10 cents.” And
it is said they took a good many dimes from the
curious people who flocked to see it.
In 1813 Stuben Butler proposed to publish a
life of “Abraham Pike” but for lack of support the
work was not published. The following is a copy
of the original subscription paper now in the hands
of C. E. Butler (verbatim) :
“For publishing by subscription a New Work,
being the life of Abraham Pike, containing his ad-
ventures in the British service and in America in
the Wyoming war, etc., etc. The work is ready
for the press as soon as sufficient subscribers will
warrant the publication. It will be printed on good
paper with an entire new type and stitched in blew,
price to subscribers, 50 cents.
Wilkes-Barre, Pa., August 1813.
(More about Pike, the Indian
killer, next week)
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