Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1854-09-14
The suake.Bittsn Dutchmau.


a stamping lad of seventeen; and upon young
Peter and old Peter devolved the principal
cares and tolls of the old mans farm, now
snd then assisted by the old lady and her two
bouncing daughters; 70: it is very common in
this State 10 see the women and girls in the
field, and IN extra occasions, hired hands,
Well, one warm Gay in haying time, old Pc
Ter and young Peter were hard at It IN the
mesdow, wher the old man drops his scythe
and exclaims:
'Oh, mine Gott, Peterv
Whats de matter, fader' answered the
son, Strengthening up and looking towards his
sire.
'Oh, mine Gottp again cries the old man.
Donder,' echoes young Peter, fastening
up 10 the old man. 'Fader, what's de mat
ter?' ys
ooh, mine Got!, Peter, de shnake bite mine
legp
If anything in particular was capable of
frightening young Peter, it was snakes, for he
once crippled himself for life by tramp ing OIL
crooked stick which broke his ankle, and so
horrifed the yOungster that he came near iaI'
ling through himself.
At the word snake, young Peter fell back aS
!nimhly as a wire dancer, bawling OUT
where iSh de Snake?
Trp mine tr0wSerS.'
'Oh. mine Gott,' cried Peter, Juni"t, 'kii,
him fadcr.
NO, he kill me, Peter; come quick.
But Peter, TIE Youngsters cowsrdice, over
me his iilal love, while his fears gaveStrenglh
! 10 his legs, and he started like a scared loco
motive, to call IN old hurley Dutchman, who
was in distant part of the field, to give his
] = Il, ~ tI- ps,Ia a
4 farmers assistant, came bunglng along, as
soon as he heard the news, and passing by the
/ fence whereon Peter and his son had hung MP
/ ,ler 'hnSey woolsey' vests, Jake grabbed one
of the garments and hurried 10 the old man,
who sill managed 10 keep on his pms, altho'
he was quaking and flut'erlng Ike an aspen
/ leaf in June gale of wind. :.
'Oh, mine Got! Come-come quick, VA
cohn
'vsl you got, eh2 Schnake7'
'Yaw, yaw; come, Yacob;-he bites me ailto
pieces: here, up mine leg
Ola Jake was not particularly sensitive To
fear. Gathering up stilT, dry stalk OF stall
worth weed, old Jake told the boss to he ready,
and he would at least stan the snake by rap
or two, If he did not Kill him stone dead; and
old man Peter, less 10th 20 have his leg bro
ken, than 10 be bitten to death by the viper,
designated the spot TO strike, and old Jake let
hav" it.
The first blow broke the weed, and also
Knocked Peter off his pegs.
'Oh,' roared Peter, you have proke mine leg,
and te lam Schnake's got away
'Vere? cried old Jake, moving briskIY
about and scanning very narrowly the earth
he stood upon.
Never mind hin, Yaeoh; help ne up; T..
90 home
Pnt on your vest Gea, here i! is,' said the
o'd krout.e1ttr, gathering mp his boss and try
ing 10 yet The cameAtupon his humpy back
+. he moment old Peter made the effort he grew
liyd in the face his hair stood on end; ;he ShiV
cred he shook; his teeth chattered, and his
knees knocked an accompaniment
+ 'Oh, Yacob, carry me home; I'm so dead as
nitsp
vat? lsh annJdder Schnake in your trow
sis7'
mol I'm swel all up! Mine vesht won't
) 90 on mine pack! Oh, mine Gott!
Thunder and blXen" cried old Jake, as he
took the same conclusion, and with might and
main lugged and carried the boss some quarter
+ of mile 10 the house.
Young Pe!er had shinred it for home at the
earliest stage of the dire proceedings, and SC
: alarmed he girls that they were IN high strikes
when they saw the approach Of poor old dad
and his assistant.
Old Peter was carried in and began TO die,
rs natural as life, when in cometh the old lady
and wanted to know what was going on. Oi(
Peter IN the last gasp Of agony and weakness
Y pointed to his leg The old woman wrapped
J up his pantaloous, and out fell a thistletop
! and at The same time considerable Of scratch
was visible.
Call dish a schnake? Bahr says the old
woman.
'Oh, out I'm pisened to death, Molly. See
- Pm all pizen, mine vesht not come over MINI
t pody at al.
a 'Haw! haw hawp roared the old woman
4 'Vat fool. You got Peters vesht on.
!. 'Koshp roars old Peter, shaking off death
. icy fietters at ore surge, and jumping up.
'Yacob, vat an old fool you must be, TO sa
| vas schnake Bit. Go apout your business
gals. Peter, pring me some peer
o The old women saved Peters life.