The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-03-26

out at the top of his voice, "Hu wee Flu
weei A big copperhpaded black rnl'les
snake, eleven feet long, has crawIed up
my breaches, and is tieing himself into q
double bow knot round my body giving
The lrishman, with every word, furious
dig in the side with his elbow, with run
ming accompaniment, with his heels. OF
course, all this noise and hurting awoke
him quick and wide; in his first movement
he laid his hand on the nice cold coil Of
entrai at his side. Kissing out Jay,
sus' from between his cenched teeth, he
made bound that carried him some ten
feet from the camp. and with force that
aightened out the coil and made the
snakes tail crack like carl-whipl
Casting one wild blazing look behind,
he tore off with the rap;dity of lightning
around the camp in circle of some forty
feet across and at every bound shouting,
or rather yeIIing-"Saze i'm bv the tail
Oh, howIy Vargin, stop Sim Och, Sain;
Patrick tare i'm into gabbleIts! A whal
a wha Bate i'm to smiherins wild
gun, can't yees F.! He's got fast how'd by
me--l och, he has by Jabers and he's
a mendin his houl a VIVA HowIy Fa
Their, he's got sharks tooth on is tale
Och,murther, he's forty fut long p
o. making this last circuit he ran thro'
a part of the smouldering camp fire, and
the Irvine at the aft end Of the gut caught
fire; this brought new terror, and added
a strong iuducement for him 10 put on
more steam and increase his rate; round
round he went "H.'s fiery sarpiM och
murtherl Howly Vargin, he carries a
light to see to bite by! Och, help I'm
swalleredGumping Logo iut'rely, all but
me head He's saixty fate long, if he's a
fut. Thread on his bloody. fiery tale, will
yees! Thrv 10 save me p Then, as if
inspired with new life and hope, he roar,
ed out, "Shoot i'm shoot i'm ! but don
aim at its head! Shoot! shoot !"
Now here was picture There stood
the Judge hugging saPpling with both
arms and one leg, his head thrown back,
emitting scream afef scream; here lay
jim W. on his back; with his feet against
tree, his arms elevated like a chiId's
when he wants you to help him up; and ii
was scream for scream with the Judge.-
All sounds, at ali like ordinary laughter,
had ceased, and the present notes would
have rendered immortal the vocal fame Of
a dozen pauthers. accompanied in their
concerts by the fog whistle OF a steamboat.
Yonder stands Jim A..--"fa, Jim'-wilh
his legs about yard apart, his hands on
his hips, shouting at regular intervals of
about five seconds, Snake l-Snake !!
SNAKE ~" at The same information, but
so loud that the echoes Knocked each 9th
err from fifty craigs, and "Snake !! Snake!"
reverberaied loud and long among those
mountain slopes. while his eyes carefully
and closely followed the course Of poor
paddy round the camp. After running
round it about thirty times, the prosecuted
one flew off in a tangent into the dark
woods, and the medley sounds Of snake,
murther, help, fire, saxty fut, Jaysus, Ho-
~ Vargn ! sc. died away in the distance
and the hunters We're alone.
"Umph," said Jim W., (ufer stopping
his laughing hiccough, "umph, | thought
tha! entraiI would stop snoring at this
camp at least. Umph.' The next ewes
ming the Patlander was seen travelling al
a mighty rate through Knoxville, with
small bundle under one arm and a huge
shillalah in the other hand, poked out a
head OF him in half defensive, half ex.
pIoring attitude. When he was hailed by
A'chy Mc-wiih, (Which way Pat 2''
casting round at the speaker a sort of
hang-dog, sulky glance, he growIed forth,
a word a! a sep, "Slrale to Ireland, by
Jaysus, where there's no snakes y
You cannot say "snakes" to either
member OF the party yet, without its cost.
ing set of vest buttons or producing a
sich in the side.
Rockville, Tenn. Dec. 25h, 1916.