Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-05-16

WILMINGTON, n. c..
makes me mad to think how them Cbatohos !
pa fellows and the twon folks do 'trude on we
roover people-and when I'm aggravated /
alters drinks, so here goes aein.'
Daddy Biggs threw back his head AGAIN.
again put the jugs mouth in his own-and a.
gain produced the sound of 'guggle-uggle lu-
uggle!' and then resumed:
This blg-hook Teller was telling about,
his name were Jess Cole, which lives in the
bottom, thar whar Chatohospa falls into the
Hoota Locke; and Amt got more'n half sense
at that
That's the fellow osed to strike for Vince
Kirkland in the btacksmith's shop, at Dodd's,
atore Vince died-aint it!' asked Bill Teel.
That's him. said Daddy Riggs, sand that's
how come to know him; for seed him thar
once, tho can't say he knowed me. Well,
he walked up in the night, and heard most
awful sioshin' at the eend Of his hnr, and he
says, 'Rise, boys !-'ve got him Darn my
skin. eff hain't. And sure enough, there was
somethin' fiouncin' and sloshin' and maxim
devil of confederation at the eend of the
line. Jess he sprung up and got long stick
with hook at one eend, and retched out and
cotcht the line and tried to pull it in; bnt the
thing on the hook gave a fiirt, and the stick
beln' eetIe too short, which made him stoop
torard, in he fell! He scnf11ed out tho tola-
BILE quick, and ses he, Boys, he's whaler!-
cuss my eternal buttons, if he amt the rise of
sixty pounds Old Biggs may 60 to grass
noV, with his forty pound cats ); he can't
shine no way! When l heerd that boys,
when you heerd it 2 exclaimed all.
Yes, me !" said Bggs, laughingly; didn't
tell you that before9 Well, oughter done
1t, but forgot it Darn it, Well take drink
on that, any way y and so he did,
80 twas you instid o. the devil, he cotch-
ed observed Jim Waters, apparently much
relieved by the disclosure.
'Jist so; and the way it was, seed the ras-
calls as they were comm here, and knowed
what they were arter. So. when nj ght comes,
l slips down the roover bank mighty easy and
nice, tweIl l could see the camp fire. But
thar was dog along, and was afraid to VEN
tur up that way. See, was aEter stealin'
thar fish !hey'd cotched thro' the day, which
| knowed in reason they'd have string on
em in the water, at the kinnoo ldndin', to
keep fresh. Well, seeing of the dog, 'clu-
ded I'd tack the injmy by water instd O. land.
SO with that, | took the roover about thirty
yards above here, and, sure enough, finds the
string of fish jist whar know'd they'd be ;
and then | starts to swim down the roover a
little ways and get out below, and 90 to Jerry
Whites, and tell him the joke. Boys, ain'1
you gittin' mighty dry? am
And Daddy Biggs drank again.
well, boys, jist as got whar that drafted
hook was, not thinkin' of nuthin' but the fun
the cussed thing ketched in one thigh of my
over-hauls, and brought me up short. tried
the cussedest ever teller did, to gel loose,
and couldn't. had no knife, and thar flew
round, and pulled first forard and then back
ards, and reared and pitched and made the wa
ter bile. Fact, boys, l was hitched to a
swingin' limb and no mistake. Once or twice
got on top O. the sugar-loaf rock, and je-e-es
about the time I'D 60 to unite the drafted rope
of line, the blasted rock was so slippery, Of
I'd slaunch Fact, boys, and it aggraw aztec
me; at aggravated me smartly-so it did! E
I'D a. had liquor then, I'd took some, was
so cussed mad. Well, in this time, that long
legged cuss, Jess Cole, wakes up, as | tell't
Won, and boilers out in the way | norated.-
Boys, what do you all say to another drink
1t makes me so cussed mad every time thinl
bout it -
Once more, Daddy Bggs gazed at the stars
Soon as Jess said that about cat bein' big
germ mine, said in my mind, II whip yo'
certin'! Well, they all kept most contour
on 'em would throw long log G wood a
they had cut for fire, as nigh at me as the,
could guess, to stunt the cat, you see but tn
branches of the tree favored me Nightly i
keepin' 'em off-tho' they'd strike pretty clos
NV, sooc ioDallu coupl- ~ .iEiO, opnd fDro
most, you see. So they kept upa right smar
for some time; and tell you, it took raal mic
Indictment 20 keep the internal hook outen m,
meat; it grained the skin several times, a
twas. At last, Jess, he climbs into the tre
and otis on the limb right over me, and Sc
he. Boys, h'lieve hits a mud turke; for
see some,hin' like the form O one right unde
me- Thinks l, yonW find it one o the snap
min sort, | jndge. Then another one ses
.Thar's way to try that, Jess, ef you SCI
HING and he hands Jess a gig. Now Sc
he, gig Mn'
Gig THE DEVIL ses |, for | was poster
ed.
!, Great gracious' squaled Jess, hits tn
Devil = and down he tumbled right top Q
me! thought was busted open from on
eend to 'tother! Sure enough tho, warnt
bu, only busted loose from the line. Both OIL
us put for the bank quick, but on account 0
nv oitin' holt of the gig, which ruther both
cred me, Jess got ashore fust. was RICH
after him tho, tell you, with tae gig Nhe
| clum up the bank, found the rest was al
Keen gone, and thar lay Jess. which ha
; stumped his toe agin' somelhin', right fiat Q
his face, amoanin' dreadful!
'Oh, I've got you now, Jess ses |.
please Devil y ses jess.
Must take You along wi me- ses /, in q
: bout the most onyeathy voice yon ever heerd
The hogs took warn't markell ses Jess
! shiverin' all over.
They warn't yourn,' ses I.