Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-09-17

whale; then suddenly recovering the use of
his speech he shouted Och, murther, hui,
he's gone; it's all over wild rae now y
What's gone y exclaimed the crowd that
had gathered around him. What's gone ~
'Pve swallowed him Oh, howly st. Pat
rick Five swallowed him y
'And what the deuce is't we've swallow
ed 2
"A snake! A numbering snake! oh, how
ly ST. Patrick protect met
Sure, then, ye've made savn' O. yer din
! ner! said fellow laborer, more alive to fun
than sympathy; while a shout of ming led
laughter and incredibly followed, in which
even the poor sufferer could hardly refrain
from joining.
But was it alive, man = inquired a SYM
pathetic individual when the confusion subsi-
ded.
ALIVE, did ye say! Be the blessed pow
ers, We don't think that Id be after arng him
dead Alive as it is and didn't he Jump
| down my throat in spite O. my teeth 2 Then
clapping his hands to his stomach, Ire exclaim-
ed, Och, hone, he's squirming now! Oh,
howly st. Patrick! O, why didn't We do yer
work intirely, and kill the snakes in this MUIR
thering country, too? Help! hell bite the
inside of me! Oh, howIy Moses! Hep!
murther! fire = and poor Pat, distracted by
tear, cut more capers than Camanche at a
| war dance.
Tut, tut! Be quiet, man y returned anorh-
err, how do you know it was snake 2
How does | know. is 1t? Didn't | fale
him weighing his tale? Oh, howly St. Pat
rick, deliver me!'
| benevolent looking gentleman here sng-
gested that 1t might possibly be fish, or per-
haps an eel ; and remarked that there ought
to be filter attached to every hydrant in the
city, as the water is full of all sorts of animal.
culs,, etc.
It's an all = shouted holman, catching
at the idea. Mike, it's an all Run for "a
phater, and ye'II catch the rascal pr;sintly.'
A filter! a filter - was the general cry,
Run, Mike, for flter!' Without pausng
to inquire into the feasibility of using the ar
tlcle III question for the purpose desired, the
poor distracted son of Erin started with the
speed of race horse for the Office in Broad
way, where the figure Of Hebe standing in the
window, 'ponrs her never ceasing fount.'
| "A what dye call 'em = cried he, rushing
franticaly into the establishment.
"A snake catcher, for the love Of -!
A snake catcher! Oh. howly St. Patrick y
he continued, snatching up one and applying
it energetceIIy to his lips. Come out Wild
We, ye thief O the world !!
My good fellow said the astonished
knight of Diaphragms, whats the matter
with you 2
'Matther, is it! Isn't every thing the mat
Their "a snake is the mntthpr! l've got an
all in my belly och, huliboo! huliboon
AN eel How came an eel in your stom-
ach 2
And didn't the varmint jump into my
mouth, without saying by yer leave 90 said
| the bewildered sufferer, endeavoring to screw
the filter on his lips.
But, my man, that won't do any good now.
1t should have been attached TO the hydrant,
and then you might have drank with perfect
safety
And won't it catch him now?' asked
Mike, in piteous tone, turning aghast as he
dropped the instrument in despair
'Of course not-how should it?
Och, muriher what will become Of me y
exclaimed Mike, with an agony truly painful
to behold.
Get d sockdoager ish-kook 2 shouted a
Wag from the crowd.
Run for the DOCTOR said another, and get
a stomach pump
This suggestion was instantly followed,
and ne started for drlg store near by. The
apothecary, however, applied an emellc, in
stead of the pump, and the poor fellow, after
violent retchIng, elected lively black eel, a.
bout six inches long.
'Oh, howly St. Patrick" he exclaimed,
experiencing immediate relief. why didn't
you make cIane work ov it, and kill the ailS
as well--shure, and they are first cousin to
the wicked sarpints. Divil drop of water
will liver drink again in this blessed country,
without snake-ca,chcr in my mouth.
And, with snndry other resolutions which
would have shocked the ears of temperate
man, poor Mike. pale and trembling with ex-
haustlon, returned to his work.