Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1846-02-20
Jim A. and the Judge, when plo. was

Wnere lhe DIAL OF large deer had been
thrown, lie cut "f sh"u, seven feet Of guf. |
and securing the, ends will, Irvine, to re-
tain'the con,eut<. lie tied one end uf il fast
and light To a corner nf Paddy's shir,-iail
tina, had wandered ibrougI, 'rint' in the
sealol his breeohes, ceiling il all up smooth
by his side. snake-like and true. All things
thus arranged. The conspira,ors laid down
again, and al the conclusion Of one Of the
stage born snores with the snake sowls'
variation. Jim A reared 0us al the top oi
his voice. ,fIu WEE! iIU WEE! a big
copptrheaded black rattle snake. eleren
feet long. has era,Ulsd up my breaches
and Is tying himself into a double boar
knot round nay body" giving the Irish
man. with every word. a furious dig in the
side, with his elbow with running az
coatpaniment ON his shins with his heels.
OF course. all this noise and hurting awoke
him quick and wide; in his frs, movement
he laid his, hand On The nice cold coil of
gut at his side. Kissing ont .Jayzus'
from between his clenched teeth, he made
a bound that carried him sone Ten fee. clear
Of the camp, and with force that straight
ened out The coil and made the snakes tail
crack Like cartwlalp! Casting one wild
blazing look behind, he tore off with the
rapidlty Of lightning around the camp, in
circle of some forty fee, across, and a,
every bound shouting, or rather yelling.
SAFE 'im SAGE i'm by the tail! Oh.
h"wiy Vargin, stop i'm Och, Sain,
Pashrick! tare i'm in,ill jabletts A VIVA! !
A wha! Bate i'm to smitterecns wild gun,
can't yees ! He's got me fast how'd by
me och he has, by Jahers! an HIS
Il mendin has houh. wha! Howly Faith
er, he's got shark hook on is tale Och.
murher, he's forty fut long !! On ma
king this last circuit, he ran through a part
OF the smou'dering campfire, and the ,wine
at the aft end of the gut caught Gre this
brought new terror. and added a strong
nducement for him to put on more steam
and increase his rate: round and round he
went. He's fiery sarplnt! Och, mur.
Their! Howly Vargin, he carries ligh,
tn see how to bite by Och. help! I'm
swallowed Dumping log) in,irely all bu
me head He's sax,y fate long, if he's &
= fut! Thread on his Bloody fiery tale, viii
yees Thry to save mel then, as if in
: spired with new life and hope, he roaret
out. Shoot I'm! shoot i'm! bet don't ain
> at as he'd! Shoot! shoot! ....~
Now here was picture. There stood
. the Judge hugging sappling with boil
arms and one leg, his cad thrown back
emitting scream after scream; here lay jim
. w. on his back, with his feet against
tree, his arms elevated like chiId's whel
he wants you to help him up, and it wa:
SCREEN for scream with the Judge. AL
sounds, at all like ordinary laughter, hat
!, ceased, and the present notes would have
: rendered immortal the vocal fame Of a do
Zen panthers. accompanied in their concer
by the fog whistle of steam boat. Yon
der stands Jim A.-'fat Jim'-with hi
legs about yard apart. lis hands on hi
hips. shouting at regular intervals of abon
:, five seconds. 'Snaxe!-Sn0keu- !Sn0ke!v
at The same information. but SD loud that tn
:, echoes morked each other from fliy crsgs
; Snake! Snake!' reyerberatetI loud and I"n
" among ,h"Se mountain slopes. while hi
- eyes carefully and closely followed tn
y course Of poor Paddy round the camp.-
, After running round it about thirty times
the presented one flew off in tahgen
, into She da k woods and the medley sound
. of 'si'ake. murd'her! help! fire! saxiy tut
H"wIy Vargin! &C.. gradually died a
; way in the distance. and the hunters " er
= alone.
! Z,'Umph.' said Jim W., latter stoppin
- Ills laughing hicc"ugh.) 'umph. | though
fhat gut would stop snoring at this cam
' a, lrAsI Umph.' The mex. evening tn
y Pallanler was seen travelling at might,
F" rate through Knoxville, with a small bur
; die under one arm and huge sh,Ialah i
=, the other hand. poked gu. ahead OF hin
: in half defensive. half exploring at,itud
when he was hailed by Archy Nc
with, (Which way, Paddy! Casun
. round at the speaker sort Of hang dog
: snIky glance, he growled forth a word {
step; 'Srate 10 ireland, by Jayzus, wher
;, there's no snakes! r... 1872. .........
. You cannot say snake to either mem
," Der of the party yet, without its costing
= set of vest buttons, or producing site
= in the side SUGARTAIL.
=" Knoxville, Tenn.
Is A message transmitted via the Electro
e. Magnetic Telegraph to the shores of til
d Pacific from Baltimore, at sunset of III