Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-04-10

Co"lu Aon Hoiuc, WltAOut SolH tNSity
miles to interrupt peoples range
Well they 'campe9 right here, and
right here THEY SEED THE DEvILH
"Seej the Devil" exclaimed Billy
Teal.
"Did they, in right down earnest
nowp' asked JIM WATERS, looking a.
round at the dark woods, and insinua.
ting himself between ABE LUDLOW
and the fire; in evident fright.
"They seed the Devil" repeated
Daddy Biggs; with enphasis-"and
1etcht him tool" he added, 'Fbut they
couldn't hold him."
GOOD Cracious!'' said lin Waters,
looking around agail1-"do you think
he stays about he1e:" -and Jim got
nearer to the fire.
ole stays about here some" replied
Daddy Biggs. "But jim, son, get
'front.' fire!-you'll set ourover-hauls
afre!-and get me the sperrets. iii
buss the jug agin, and tell you all about
it."
Bill Teal had deposited the Jug be-
hind a log, some ten foot off; but Jim
Waters was not the lad to back out if
the Devil aoas about; so he made too
desperate strides and grabbed the
"yeathen-war,' and then made two
more which brought him, head frst, jug
and all, into the fire. Chunks and
sparks fe W everywhere, as he plough
ed through!
Giles got you, JIM shouted Abe.
':Pull the boy out" exclaimed Bill,
and myself, in breath, COR he'll burn
up!"
"Some on you, save The jug"
screamed Daddy Biggs, who was STAN
ding horror stricken at the idea Of be-
ing left without liquor, in the woods.
In minute both boy and Jug We're
rescued; the former with burnt face, and
hands, and singed hair-the latter en-
tireIy unin]ured.
DWELL, well, ''chuckled Daddy Biggs,
" we come outen that, fust-rate-the
Jug amt hurt, nor no liquor split
Bat jim, Pm raaly 'stonished at you!-
pitchin' it the fire that way, and you
a-knowin' that was every drop of sper-
rets we hadt'
ooh, but Daddy 'Lias,' interposed
Dick Mccoy, "you must look over
that-he seed the 1evil!"
"Well, well, that minds me | was
gwine 10 tell you all about that scrape
/ had WI them Chatohospa fellows,l last
summer; so III squeeze the jug one
time more, and tell you all about it,
Throwing his head into an admira
bic position for taking view ofthings
heavenly, Daddy Biggs inserted the
mouth of the jug in his own mouth,
when for short space there was a
sound which might be spelled, "luggle
{uggle-lul-agle;;" and then
Daddy Biggs set the jug down by him
and began his story once more.
"Well boys they was camped right
here, and had sot cut their hooks for
eat T fish jist as we've done to night
right thar this side o whar Bill's line
hangs, some on 'em had tied most
devil of hook, from that big limb as
goes straight out thar. He must had
kunnoo TO fasten it whar he did, else
cooned it on the top Of the limb
Well, its alters swimmin' under that
limb, but thar's big rock,in the shape
Of sugar loaf, comes up in six inches
o. the top. Round that was whar I'd
ketcht the monstousest, most oudacious-
est Appe,'oosa Cal, the week before
that ever came outen the Tallapoosa
and they'd hearn oft, and the fellow
with the big hook was fshin'for hi:
mate. D-nit boys itmakes me mac
to think how them Chatahospa fellows
and the town folks do 'trude on VT
roover people-and when Pm aggra
waited I alters drinks, so here gee:
agin."
Daddy Biggs threw back his hea(
again-again put the jugs mouth ii
his own-and again produced the
sound of "guggle- le-lu-ugg'e!" ane
then resumed;
"This big-hook fellow was teilin
about. his name were JESSE COLE
which lives in the bottom thar wha
Chatohospa falls intothe Hooia Locke
and amt got more'n half sense a
that"
"That's the fellow used TO strike fo
VINCE KIRKLAND, in the blacksmith
shop al LonD's, afore Vince died
amt it" asked Bill Teal.
/ "That him. said Daddy Biggs, ane
that's how i come to know him, tor
seed him thar once, tho | can't say h
knowed mer Well, he walked up II
the night, and heerd a terrible OF