Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-04-09

woods, and lnsnua;ing himself between
Abe Ludlow, and the fire, in evident FRIGHT
They seed the devil!'' repeated Dad
dy 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 some" replied
Daddy Biggs "But Jim, son, get out
from the firel-you'll set your oyer-hauls
afire!-and git me the sperreis. Pll buss
the jug agin, and tell you all about it.n
Bill Teal had deposited the Jug behind
a log, some ten feet off; but Jim Waters
was not the lad TO back out, if the Devil
arGs about: so he made two desperate
strides, and grabbed the "yeathen war; y
and then made two more which brought
him, head first, jug and all, into the fire.
Chunks and sparks flew everywhere as he
ploughed through!
He's got you, JIM ]" shouted Abe.
Pull the boy ou,!n exclaimed Bill and
myself, in a breath, " or he'll burn up!"
Some on We save the-.jug!" scream
ed Daddy Biggs, who was standing horror
stricken at the idea of being left without
liquor, in the woods.
In minute both boy and Jug were res
cued; the former with burnt face and
hands, and singed hair--the latter entirely
uniniured.
"Well, well, chuckled Daddy Biggs,
"we come outen that, fust rate--the jug
aln't hurt, nor no liquor split But Jim,
Pm raaly astonished at you -pitchin' in
the fire that way, and you a-knowin' that
was every drop o sperrets we had!''
"Oh, but Daddy 'Lias," interposed Dick
Mccoy, "you must look over that--he
seed the devil"
"Weli, well, that minds me as was
gwine to tell you all about that hill of a
scrape had wiz 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 admira BILE po-
sition for taking view of things heavenly,
Daddy Biggs inserted the mouth Of the Jug
in his own mouth, when for n short space
there was sound which might he spelled,
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS nggle," and
then Daddy Biggs set the jug down by him
and began his story once more.
"Well, boys, they was camped RICH,
here, and had SGT out their hooks for cat
fish, Just as we've done tonight. Rieht
thar, this side o whar Bill's line hengs
some on 'em had tied most devil OF a
hook from that big limb as goes strait GU
thar. He must "a had kunnoo to faslen i
whar he did, else cooncd it on the top O
the limb. Well, lis alters swimmin' under
that limb, but thar's big rock in the shape
of sugar loaf, comes up in six inches o
the top. Right round that was whar II
ketcht the monstousest, most oudaciouses
Appeloosas cat, the week before, that evor
come outen the Tallapeosy; and they'd
hearn of it, and the fellow with the bio
hook was 'fishin' for hits mate. Did it
boys, it makes me mad to think how then
Chatohospa fellows and the town folks dc
'trude on we river people--and when I'm
aggivated alters drinks, SO here goes.'
Daddy Biggs threw back his head again
again put the jugs mouth into his own
and then resumed:
This big-hook fellow was tellin' bout
his name was Jess Cole, which lives in tho
bottom, thar whar Chatohospa falls int
the Hoota Locke; and amt got more n hal
} sense at that"
"That's the fellow used to strike fo
Vince Kirkland, in the blacksmith shop
!, Dodds, fore Vince died--aint it?'' asked
Bill Teal.
That's him." said Daddy Biggs, "ant
: that's how come to know him, for see,
}, him thar once, tho + can't say he know,
me. Well, he walked up in the night, an,
heerd most hi of sloshin' at the en-,
: of his line, and says he, Rise boys.--Pv,
gol him !--durn my skin eff hain'l!' an
sure enough there was somethn' flouncil
! and sloshin', and MAXIM devil of a com
, bobberation at the eend of the line. Jes
he sprung up and got long stick with
hook at one eend, and retcht out and cotch
/ the line and tried to pull it in; but tn
thing on the hook give fiirt, and the site
1 bein' leetle too short, which made hin
. stoop forard, in he fell! He scuffied OF
tho tolloble quick, and ses he, boys, he
whaIer!-cuss my etarnal if he amt th
rise Of sixty pound !--Old Biggs may go I
hi now with his Foreground cats !; h
can't shine no way!' When heered tbs
8 boys, p
i " When you heerd it?'' exclaimed all.
"Ycs! me!'' said Biggs, lapghingly
]" didn't | tell you that beforeg Well,
ouphter done il, but forgot. Wen tax
/ drink on that, any way!" And so he di
50 twas gou instid o. the devil
d cotched, p observed Jim Waters, apparent
) much relieved by the disclosure.