~-S1ave Stories	.
Djst±ict ITo. 5
VanderlDurgh County . .	.
Lauafla Creel	           .
.	:~.iï UN}L~PPY ExP:I~I:~rc~.



Here the story teller paused t~ collect his thoughts and. conquer the nervous

-~wit1ching o:~ hi~ lips. ~~It was like t~1is: Three o±~ us boys workea together. 7~: were like three brothers, always sharing our fortunes with each other. Vie

~ never have (lone it, but ~e h~.d made a hr~‘oit o± send.ing to ~rashvi1Ie ~:fter each :~ai~~Y ana havinc: a keg of ~o1IE~nd rum sent In by frei~ht. This

1~c~uor V7~S hanö~d. out among our friends an~ so~r~ett~nes we ~ran1: too npjtch and.

~	wire unfit ±1or work ~or a d~a~j or two. Our boss was a big strong Irishman,

re& iTt~tire~ and frier~ci1y. He a1~vayc got drunk ~~ith us and. all would. become

~	sober enough to soon return to our tas~:s. ~

“The tir~e I‘m te1I~hg ~ou about, we had. all b€~eu iiivite~i to a candy pull

~ lfl town an~ could hardly wait till ti.~e to go, a~ all the youngpeople o~ the valley would be there to pull candy, talk, play games and oat the goodies served to us. The accursoi keg ~ Holland. ruin hadbeen brought in that morn~. ing and my churn John sims hai been ~rin~inç~: too much. About th~~.t time our Bos c.~e up and sai&, ~John, it is tine ~or ~rou to get the sup~er read.yP J~]~ v~as our cook an~ our meals were served on ~the caboose where we lived wherever 1~re were &iide tracked.

All the time Johny was preparing the~ood he was arinking the rum. Vihen . Je went in he ha~ many drinks insid~e ol‘ him anti. a quartbottle filled. to take to the candy pull. ‘Hurry up boys and. let‘s ~finish up anä~go‘ he said~ impati~ ntly. ‘DonTt• take hIm‘ saiä. the other boy, ‘Dont ~ou see he is d~rimkV~

So I put my arms about ~is shoulaers and. tried to tell him he had better slee a While before we ~tarted~. The.POOr boywasa •bree~L His mother was almost

white and. his fatherv~a~ a tho±oug~I~red I~ian anä. the sun had a most ~ ç__ •
~	- „~ tetn~e-~— 11e mad~e me no answer but running his~han~ into his pocket,

~ _- ~ ~L ~ ktIff~ an~ • with one thrus t ‚ • cut a de ep gash in my ~ ne ok.. A :~:

C‘o1Iowed~. I remember being knoc~ked over azid my hea~i~ striek