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(Editor's Note—Myr. 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's, not as it
is in 1937.)
While speaking of the wandering propensities of
Pike, I am reminded of the other two characters
who are still remembered no doubt by many in
widely separated parts of the State of Pennsylvania.
I refer to John Shaw and James or “Jimmy” Brad-
shaw.
The latter was a soldier of the War of 1812
and was very old and very deaf at my earliest rec
ollections and was a peddler by occupation. He
spent his winters usually at the charge of the town
where he happened to be when the first snow came.
He was out again, however, with the first warm
spring days, and would find his way to some near
storekeeper and secure a pack of goods to peddle.
KNOWN BY EVERYBODY
This pack consisted usually of a few pins, need-
les, buttons, some thread, and possibly half a doz-
en other small articles costing probably five or ten
dollars for the entire outfit. Of course his pur-
chases had to be made on credit, but none who
knew him would refuse to trust him.
He traveled over a vast extent of country. Al
most everyone knew him along the line of his
routes and was always willing to trade with him
or give him food and lodging. He was careful
to return sooner or later, often not until he drift-
ed around next year, and pay his bills for any pur-
chases he made.
In mind, as manners, he was as simple as a child.
He spoke with a low, genteel mumble, which made
it very difficult to understand him. He never shaved,
yet his face was almost as hairless and soft as a
woman's.
A LONE WANDERER
John Shaw came nearer to being a true wan-
dering Jew than any other man of my knowledge.
Not that he was ever supposed to be a bearer of
pestilence, but because he was a persistent and con-
stant wanderer.
About once a year he would be seen, always
alone, slowly strolling across the counry from the
south towards the north, wearing a shabby, genteel
black suit, with broadcloth frock coat and a much
worn silk hat.
He generally walked with his head bowed down
and his hands clasped behind him as if in deep
thought. Later in the year he would pass down
across the country again, but in the opposite di-
rection.
I have scen him pass by my father’s house in
this way many times, but do not remember to have
ever seen him look up and speak to any one in pass-
ing. No one, so far as I could ever learn, knew
where his home was or where he went on his an-
nual trips.
LIVED BY WITS
A story is told of him that on one occasion he
was a taken sick while then tramping through one
of the lower counties’ of Pennsylvania and was
obliged to take a room at a hotel.
The appearances not being favorable to the the
ory of his having much wealth there was a cold
ness and lack of attention on the part of the land-
lard. Shaw's genteel, though much worn, hat and
apparel, together with his natural shrewdness came
to his relief.
Assuming an importance and dignity equal to
his purpose, he sent for the landlord, and hinting
that he feared that his illness was something of a
most serious nature, which might terminate fatally,
he asked to have a doctor and a lawyer sent for at
once, the former, of course, to cure his physical
ills, and the latter to draw his will.
He hinted at large possessions in other parts of
the state, and from this on, the doctor, lawyer and
landlord was all attention to his wants.
He dictated a will with great care and elabora-
tion, disposing of large blocks of imaginary estates,
consisting mainly of farms and coal lands in and
about Kingston and Wilkes-Barre, making most lib-
eral provisions for the doctor, lawyer and landlord.
With the excellent attention and nursing that fol
lowed he was soon convalescent, and through the
kindness of the landlord was favored with many
long and pleasant drives in the fresh air.
When, later on, he was strong enough to walk,
short strolls were indulged in from day to day,
until one day, when recovery was quite complete,
Shaw continued one of his strolls so far that he
failed to return, leaving the landlord and other at-
tendants to grow wiser at their leisure.
YARNS AND INCIDENTS
There was at one time, before the days of the
organ and choir in the Dallas church, a good deal
of rivalry between Jacob Rice and his brother-in-
law, William C. Roushey, both leading members,
as to which could first start the tunes. During the
hymn it was not an uncommon occurence to see
each of them rise from his seat and remain stand
ing. The boys generally understood from this
that there was fun ahead, and seldom disappointed.
Hardly would the last words of the reading be
finished before each of the tune starters would make
a drive at the singing. Sometimes the same tune,
but sometimes different tunes, with different me-
ters. The question with them was which would
the congregation follow. In some cases it seemed
that each bad a following in a different tune.
To say that the music was usually “well exe
cuted” would, as I recall it mow, seem to defime the
situation perfectly.
(Continued Next Week)