The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1831-12-06

of going to a party, the Divil, of course,
would take no excuse, and carried HIM
off in fash Of fire
Oh no, sir, answered tho old man,
in something ofa reproving, or, at least,
offended tone, that's the finish, know
very well, Of many n story, such as we're
talkin' Of, but that's not the way Of this,
schieh is truth eUery pord what l tell you
i beg your pardon for the Interrupt
ton, said l.
No offence in life, sir, said the veuer-
able chronicler, who was now deep IN
his story, and would not be stopped:
Well, sir, continued he, the Divil said
he'd call the next day, and that he must
be ready and sure enough in the evenin'
he KEN to him, and when the colonel
seen him, he reminded him of his bar
gain that, as long as he could give hlm
some work he couldn't do he wasn't o.
bleeged to go.
That's thruc, says the Devil.
I'm glad to see you're as good as your
word, any how, says the colonel.
never bruk my word yet, says the
ovid chap, cockin' up his horns consait.
edly,-honor bright, says he.
Well, then, says the colonel, build me
a mill down there by the river, says he,
and let me have it finished by tomorrow
morni'.
Your will is my pleasure, says the
ould chap, and away he wint, and the
colonel thot he had nick'd Ould Nick at
last, and went to bed quite aisy in his
mind.
But, ;esoeI machree, sure the first thing
he heerd the next mornin' was, that the
whole country round was runnin' to see
n fine bran new mill that was an the riv-
er side where, the evening before not a
thing at all, at all, but rushes was stand
in, and all Of coorse, wondherin' what
brought it there, and some sayin' twas
not lucky, and many more throub-
led in their mind, hut one and all agree
in il was not good; and that's the very
mill fornist you, that you were takin' aff,
and the stone that I noticed is remark
able one--a big coign stone--tbat they
say the divil himself laid first, and has
the mark of four fingers and thumb an
il to this day.
But when the colonel hcerd it he was
more throubled than any, of coors, and
began to conthrivc what else he could
think iv TO keep himself out of the claws
of the ould ono. Well, he often heerd
tell that there was one thing the Divil
never could do, and dare say you heerd
il too, sir; that is. that he couldn': make
a rope out Of the sands Of the sac; and
SO, when the ouM one ken to him the
next day, aud said his job was done, and
ih~s, 49, ..>;u u.as- haailt. he must Ell |
lher tell him somethin' else he wanted
built, or come away with HIM.
So the the colonel said it was oil over
wild him; but says he, wouldn't like to 80
wild you alive; and shure it's all the same
to YOU alive or dead
Oh that Won't do, says his friend; i
can't wait no more, says he.
Idon'twant you to wait, my dear friend,
says the colonel; all l want is, that you'll
be pleased to kill me before you take me
away.
With plasurc, says Ould Nick.
But will you pramisc me my choice of
dyin' one partic'lar way ? says the colo
nel.
Half dozen ways, if 1t plase you,
says he.
You're mighty obleeging, says the
colonel; aud SO says he, I'D rather die
by, bein' hanged with a rope made out Of
tic sands ofthc sac, says he lookin' mighty
KNOWN ut the ould fellow.
I've always one about me, says the
Divil, to obleegc my friends, says he,
and, with that he pulls out rope Of
sand, sure enough.
Oh, is's game you're maxim, says the
tho colonel, CROWN as white US sheet.
The game is mine, sure enough, says
the ould fellow, GRIMM, with terrible
laugh.
That's no, sand ropo at all, says
the colonel.
Isn't it I! says the Divil, hitting him
across the face with the ind Of the rope,
and the sand (for it was made of sand
sure cnough) wint into one Of his eyes,
aud made the tears come with the pain.
That bates all ever seen or hcerd,
says the colonel, sthrivin' to rally aud
mnke another offer; is there any thing
you can't do
Nothin' you can tell me, SAYS the Div
il, SO YOU may as well lave of palavcrin'
and come nlong at wanst.
Will You give mo one moro offer! says
the colonel.
You don't dcsurve il, says the divll;
but I don't care IL l do; for you see, sir,
hc was only pluyin' wild him; and tanta-
|ixiu' the ould sinner.
All fair! said the colonel, and with
that he ax'd him could he stop wom-
ans tongue ,
Thry me, says ould nick.
Well then, says the colonel, make my