The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-03-13

10 his story, and would not be stopped.
Well, sir, the devil said he'd call
the next day, and that he must be
ready and sure enough 10 the evening
he KEN to him aud when the Colonel
sen him, he reminded him of his bar
ain that us long as he could give him
work he couldn't do, he wasn't obleeged
togo
''That's thrue,' says the divil.
81 am glad you're as good as your
word anyhow says the Colonel.
~ never bruk my word yit,' says
the ould chap, cooking up his horns
consai:cdIy-' honor bright says he.
6 We'll, then,' says the Colonel +,
build me q nill down there by the
river says he, and have it finished
before tomorrow mornin'.'
g Your will is my PLEASURE says
the Ould NICK, and tho Colonel wiut to
bed quite ai,y in his mind.
But, jeuel n,aehyes, sure the FIRST
thing We heer d the next mornin' was,
that the whole c'unthry round was run.
ming to sec fno bran new mill, thai
was on the river side, where, the eve.
ming before, not thing at all but rush
cs was standin', and all Of course, won
d, rim what brought it there and some
sayin' twas not lucky, and many more
troubled in their mind, but ose and all
ag ssing it was no good and that's the
very mill fornist you that you were
takin' off, and the stone that | notised
Is remarkable one, a big coign stone
that they say tho divil himself laid first
and has the mark of four fingers and q
thumb IN it to this day.
''B But when the Colonel hecrd it,
be was more troubled than any, OF
course, and began TO conirive what else
he could think v to keep himself out iy
the claws " the ould one. Well, he
oiton heerd tell there was one thing the
divil never could do, and dar say you
have beerd it too, sir-that is, that he
couldn't make a rope out of the sand OF
the sea and so when the old one KEN
t. him the next day, and said his job
was done, and that now the mill was
bulit he must either tell him something
else he wanted done, or come away wild
him
SO the Colonel said be saw it was all
over wild him, but says he, ! woul
not Ike to 60 wild you alive, and sure
it's all the same to you, alive or dead J!
90, that won't do, says his friend ;
{ | c'u't wait no more says he.
81 don't want you to wait, my dear
f iend,' says the Colonel; 'all want
is that you'll be pleased to kill me be-
fore you take me away
- With pleasure, says Ould Nick.
C But will you pronise me my choice
of dyin' one pal tic'lar way'' says the
Coonel.
Half dozen ways, if it PLACE ye,
says he.
s'You're mighty obleegin,' says the
Colonel and So, says he, I'D rather
dla by beiu hanged with a rope made
cw of the sands Of the sas,' says he,
10 KIN mighty KNOWN at the oald fellow
I've always one about me-, says
the divil, to oLleege my f'iends,' sa, $
he; aud with that he pulls cut rope
m ade Of sand, sure enough
oh, it's game you're maxim says
the Colonel, GROWN as white sheet.
The game IS mine sure enough,
lays the old fellow, grimm with terri,
b.o laugh. ..
That's not sand rope at ALL say,
the Colonel.
Isn't it p says the divil, bittin hi,r
cross the face with the ind iv the rope
aud the sand, (for it wus made Of san,
sure enough went into one Of his eyes
and made the tears como with the pain
That bates all ever seen or hesrd
siys the Col, strivin to rally aud max
another offsr-'is there anything yo,
eu't do -
Nothing you can tell me- says tn
divil, so you may ss well lave of pa
laveriu, aud come along ut wunst.'
will you give me one more offer .
says the Colonel.
tYsu don't deserve Il, says the divil
bat I dsa't care II I Do. for Jes 80 CIR