Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-05-10
VOL. III.

ing himself between Abe Ludlow and
the fire, in evident fright.
They seed the Devil repeated
Daddy Biggs, with emphasis-'and
ketcht him too!' he added; 'but they
couldn't hold him.
Good Gracious" said Jim Waters.
looking around again-'do you think
he stays about here?-and Jim got
nearer TO the fire.
He stays about here somc,' replied
Daddy Biggs. But, Jim, son, get out
from the fire!-you'll set your over
hauls afre land git me the spcrrets.
I'll buss the jug agin, and tell you all
about it,
Bill Teal had deposited the jug be-
hind a log, some ten feet off; but Jim
Waters was not the lad to back out, if
the Devil was about; SO he made two
desperate strides and grabbed the
syethcnwar,' and then made two more
which brought him, head first, jug and
all, into the fire. Chunks and sparks
flew everywhere, as he plunged
through!
Hes got you, Jim!' shouted Abe.
Pull the boy outr exclaimed Bill
and myself, in a breath, 'or he'll burn
up
Some on yc, save the-jug!
screamed Daddy Biggs. who was stand
ing horror-strcken at the idea of being
left without liquor, in the woods.
In minute, both boy and jug were
rescued; the former with burnt face
and hands, and singed hair-thc latter
entirely uninjured.
well, well, chucklcd Daddy Biggs,
I'VE come outen that, fust-ratc--tEe
Jug amt hurt, nor no liquor split. But
Jim. Pm raaly 'stonished at you'll
pitchin' in the fire that way, and you
a-knowin' that was every drop O spcr-
refs we hado
sOh. but Daddy LAS interposcd
Dick Nc Coy, 'Yeu must look over
that--he seed the Dcvil!'
well, well, that minds me was
gwinc to tell you all about that scrape
had wi them Chatohospa fellows, last
summer; so I'll squeeze the jug one
time more, and tell you all about IT,
Throwing his head into an admir-
able position for taking view of things
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, 'lugglc
-uggic--lugglc--lul ugglc;' and then
Daddy Biggs set the jug down by him,
and began his story once more.
well boys, they was campcd right
here. and had sot cut their hooks for
cat fish, jist as we've done to night.
Right thar, this side o whar Bill's line
hengs, some OMEN had tied most a
devil Of a hook, from that big limb as
goes strait out thar. He mus. O. had a
kunnoo to lasten it whar he did, else
cooned it On the top o. the limb. Well.
IT'S alters swimmin' under that limb, but
thar's big rock, in the shape of Il SUI
gar-loaf, comes up in six inches o. the
top. Right round that was whar I'd
kctch the monstoust, most ondaciouscst
Appcloosas cat, the week before, that
ever come outen the Tallapoosy; and
they'd hearn Of it, and the fellow with
the big HOOK was n fshin for hits mate
Boys, it makes me mad to think how
them Chatohospa fellows and the down
folks do 'trudc on we roovcr people
when I'm aggravated | alters drinks
SO here gocs agin.'
Daddy Biggs threw back bis head
again--again put the jugs mouth in hi:
own--and again produced the sound
of 'gugglc-uggle-lu-ugglcH and then
resumed:
This big-hook fellow I was tclin
about, bis name were Jesse Cole, which
lives in the Bottom, thar whar Chato-
hospa falls into the Hoota Locke: and
amt got morc'n half sense at that
That's the fellow used to strike for
Vince Kirkland, in the black smiths
shop, at Dodd's, afore Vince died
amt it asked Bill Teal.
That's him, said Daddy Biggs. ''and
that's how ! come to know him, for
seed him thar once, tho' | can't say he
know'd me. Wei, he walked Up in
the night, and heard a most III OF
sloshin' at the end Of bis line, and
says he, 'Rise boys!--l're got him!-
Darn my SKIN ef | hain't" And sure
enouph there was sometin' founcein'