Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-07-24
.Ths s..ise-bss Irsshnau.


pass. A jolly party of sportsmen
made up of veteran hunters, ripe 70
sport and full of fun, were enioyiD.
themselves for a few weeks in thI
mountains Of Morgan county, Tenn
A huge ray-boned loquacious Irish
man, unlimited, quartered himself ir
their camp, and in addition to being
a nuisance, when awake. snored SC
terri6cally when asleep as to drive
'ti:ed natures sweet restorer' from
others. Pat was afraid Of snakes
generally. and 'ould snakes in par.
iicular. and the awful yarns he heard
in the hunters camp, 'waked snake
in every hair on the Irishman's head.
After listening TO few yarns on the
so much dreaded snake subject. one
evening this fresh son OF the sod pre-
pared to turn in, literally crawling
all over. Counting his beads and
his chances Of being snake Bit before
day, and 'tucking in his blanket and
wishing the 'sowls Of all the snakes
in these parts in particknlar,' in a
country where 10 say the least, they
would stand but a slim chance for
indulging in a natural torpidity, he
fell asleep. The correspondent pro-
ceeds:
And now the storm began. His
snoring grew fast and furious, loud
and loIg, occasionally sort of half
snort, half grunt. terminating with
snakes by jabersl blast their sowls.
Ugh! ugh!,' then there came the va
ration or chorus in the shaps of
grind Of his teeth, that threatened TO
drive them through his jaw or crush
them to powder; by way Of variety
he would hold his breath a few Sc
conds, and then snore again-and
such snoring! my stars, that could
spell il. Ii was a sort OF cross be-
tween the breathing of an asthmaT
elephant and the braYing Of super.
animated donkey, whose will lasted
longer than his wind. Well, it thus
continued with the regularity Of a
whippoorwiiPs coy, until say half an
hour before day-break, when J. M.
w. (Jim w. we'll say,) whose stock
of patience had long ago evaporated,
unIolled himself from his blanket,
saying in his usual quiet way, 'Humph
III stop that internal concert or start
the maker OF it, see If don't. BmphI
He then woke up Jim A. and the
Judge, when plot was laid and thus
carried into execution:
He got his hunting knife and going
to where the offal ola large deer had
been thrown, he cut off about seven |
feet of gut, and securing the ends
with twine to retain the contents, he
tied one end oft tight and fas: TO a
corner of Paddy's shirt tail that
had wandered through 'rint
In the seat of his breeches, coiling it
all up smooth by his side, snake like
and true. All things thus arranged,
The conspirators laid down again, and
at the conclusion OF one OF the stage
horn snores, with the snakes sowls'
Jim A. roared out at the
Top of his voice, 'Ha weel Ha weel
big copper headed black rattle snake,
eleven feet long, has crawled up my
1reeches and is tying himself inlo a
loubIe bow knot round my bodyr
giving the Irishman, with every word
/ furious dig in the side with his ell
DOW, with running accompaniment
IN his shins with his heels. Ofcourse
his hurting awoke him quick and
vide; in his first movement he laid |
land on the nice cold coil Of gut at
lis side. Kissing out 'Jaysus' from
his clenched teeth, he made
bound that cal ried hiFa some fen
eet clear Of the camp, and with
orce that Strengthened out the coil
nd made the snakes tail crack like
whip.
Casting one wild blazing look be-
ind, he tore off with the rapiditY Of
lightning around the camp, in circle !
f some forty ieet across, and, at eve
y bound shouting, or rather yelling, !;
SAFE 'iml Saze i'm by the tall Och, {
owiy Virgin stop 'iml Och, Saint ;
'atrick, tare i'm in till jible;sl} A
Vhal A whal Bate him TO smith {
eens with gun, can't yeesl-He's
,ot me fast how'd by me - Och, s
e has, by jabersl Ah, he's mending {
as houhl-A whal Howly Father,
e's got sharp hook on his tailI' On
making islast circuit he ran through s
part of the smouldering camp fire, a
nd the twine at the END Of the gut :
aught fire; this brought a new ter a
or, and added strong inducement =
Or him to put on more steam and in r
rease his rate; round, round he went. a
He's fiery sarpint. Och, murther,
owly Virgin, he carries light 10 J
se how to bite byl Och, help. Pm
waIlowed Dumping a logl intirely \
II but my heaGl Tread on his bloody
ery tail, viii Yees7 Try to save meI' c
hen as ifinspirsd with new life and
Iope, he roared out, Shoot 'imI I
hooi 'iml but don't shoot at his head